I know we haven't been gettin' along, sweetheart, so... I'll make a deal with ya. You keep the child, and the money, and the lumber company, and... I'...l stay here at Tara with Ashley Wilkes."With understated sarcasm she broke in. "Does this have an end?" Why, Scarlett, whenever you say." End, please."Myself again, I dropped to my knees and my face was level with hers. "Yes, ma'am." Speedy... What in the world are you doing?" I'm trying." You're trying? Trying what?" Trying. You wanted me to try. She gave him a coy smile, turning her face in feigned modesty. "Oh honey, relax. I'm just your fat old Mama. You've seen me like this before." She pressed vigorously with her heels, digging sharply into his meaty thigh, "Get working, lackey. My feet are needy." she demanded. Jimmy gathered up one foot and began the same movements he'd performed earlier, squeezing, twisting and flexing the foot. Old skills felt familiar again, and boosted by his mother's confidance in his results, Jimmy settled. I was a little taken aback. Tributing with other guys meant seeing their cocks and it made me uncomfortable. Maybe the anticipation come from unwanted and bad experiences. But right now, it's different on internet, because I choose the experiences I want, when I want.And for sometime, I admit looking to quite strong cocks that spurts lots of sperm. Some profiles look nice. And so, I took the plunge to contact at least 1 guy who would be interested to make a tribute with me, and whom I admired a. ’ My eyes dropped to the floor again with that admission. I couldn’t bear to look at him if he was going to throw me out of the house now. At that point I ran out of things to say, my mouth going dry. I was so scared that he wouldn’t speak to me, or that he wouldn’t have anything good to say if he did. Then he cleared his throat. ‘I missed you too,’ he said quietly, and my eyes snapped back up to his but I still couldn’t speak. ‘I shouldn’t have said what I did, knowing that you were happy.