The men let her go and she feel freely to the mat. It was up to Cindi and the winner to take her out to the backyard where George staked her and the w...nner to the ground.Coming back in Cindi found it necessary to relieve herself, so she asked permission. She was told to use the slave over in the corner. She had seen it done before. Cindi didn’t feel right about peeing on one of her own but those were the instructions. She had to climb up onto the fountain to get over the slave, so she could. We settled into conversation as he drove me the 120 miles home from the airport. I was in a bit of a bad mood as I hadn't had time (or energy) to get any sex (male or female) during the short business trip. He sensed my mood and and asked what was wrong. I told him and he laughed and said, you should be married, bud, you'd never get any then. You could play away from home, I told him and he said he'd feel bad cheating on the mother of his k**s. Well, what about getting some stranger suck you. I hoped. “If you want the rest of that cock, you’d better fuck yourself properly,” I told her as I held her hair tightly, resisting her sucking efforts. Jenna’s eyes were alight as she stared up at me. She never stopped sucking, rolling her tongue over the head of my cock and desperately trying for more. I held her back. She moaned in frustration, whimpering as she looked up at me with a desperate look. “I’ve told you. Earn it.” I refused to break eye contact with her piercing glare. “Fuck. ”“Jon David, I’m paying three cents over market for good beef. I got more premiums over that, but they’re hard to meet. I’ll have to come look at the cattle first hand before I can commit to all of it, but if those cows are tick and disease free, I’ll pay twenty-four dollars a hundred on the hoof, and I’ll foot the freight bill.”“Save your time, Mr. Claymore, I read in the paper this morning where we can get that price at the stock yards and you know it. I’m sorry we kept you. We’ll be getting.