Rogers asked me to hang around until the end of the month, and I was agreeable to that. When I was ready to leave, he paid me my $500 in monthly wages...and my $500 bonus. Jesse Maddox had died two days before, so Mr. Rogers felt that he and his wife were safe enough. When I left, that 217 white face Hereford herd was still on Bar 59 property, but I figured that it was none of my business.I heard about a year later that Mr. Rogers had sold out to an Englishman only three weeks after I had left. She pushed his shorts down his legs and handed them for him to hang. He had swim trunks on under the shorts."That white suit is mine." He handed it to her and saw her unsnap two shapes from inside the suit. "These things are not useful. Pads!" she explained. "Unless you think I need them?" She was teasing him now and cautioned herself against too much of that.She took off the yellow panties and ... handed them to Eric to hang up. When he took them, she gripped his hand along with the soft silky. My sizable, semi-hard cock printed through my grey slacks in her tiny hand, and Irina had flushed red while trying to look at something else. Her warmth had turned to an awkward chasm between us, and I had only just barely been able to write my hotel room on a business card for her as she excused herself and scurried away.It had been a few weeks since I'd signed Vera's tight ass into the company, and work had been ramping up consistently since. Going to this con was finally the break I needed. "Hehehe... human... flesh" the smaller one behind the first one said harshly, licking it's demented stitched on lips. The one that seemed to be the leader then spoke "Spread... out... FIND THEM!"With that, the four montrous things began to move around, sniffing the air. The leader was getting near us, obviously noticing our scent. Just inches away from us, a cruel smile spread along his face. He found us. Suddenly, Alexandra jumped out, screaming. She charged at him, slicing one of his.