“I mean, a couple of big boxes, to take home, so I don’t have to buy them.”“Er...ok Miss, yes, alright..er....”It’s when Miss Jenny comes ...own that my heart really races. I get erect just being in Her presence - thank god for my work overalls. I can’t get my head round how lovely She looks in Her short skirt and skimpy tops and She knows that all right, from the way I look at Her – it’s not pervy or horrible, it’s just awe-struck wonderment, and I just want to worship Her, do whatever She asks. Naturally, I asked him to take a seat at the table and offered to buy him a drink in reward for his efforts.Close-up, I was stunned by how good-looking Mike was. Above all else, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his very sexy hands. They were big, broad, and looked incredibly strong. Over the next fifteen minutes, we briefly exchanged life histories, and I was surprised that he wasn’t married or involved or in a relationship. Something about him intrigued me, and my ‘gaydar’ was picking up a vibe. Its hooves and coat were meticulously tended to, and the barn was the cleanest Valeriya had ever seen it.He once took care of a pregnant stray cat with such care that not one of her babes were unhealthy, and would do the same to any struggling creature he happened upon.She did not have to raise a finger to groom her land or hire any hands to assist her, for Grisha did all of this too, tirelessly and in good humor.It was so that poverty's charms fell from him, and Hercules' grace clung to his. He treated everyone like shit, and she was no different. So the fourteen hours with him had included lessons in extreme torture and bondage. She was invincible when full of essence, and he had come closest in all these years to draining her essence.But she had had her due. She remembered the session with him even now. Pompeii was delicious, but being with Baal was like being with a textbook of debauchery.He had slapped her thousands of times, sometimes growing extra hands to just slap her from.