With Ship’s help, I could top one of those, trim some limbs for clearance, and mount a sizeable wind turbine that would provide all the power you wo...ld need for modern conveniences many times over. No use having to dig that ditch again, so I’m laying sufficient cable and stubbing it off behind the outhouse where the connections will be easily accessible when we need them, yet out of the way.”“Jeff, those wind generators, if they’re of any size, cost money – big money.”“And I have money and more. ‘Would you permit me to use this marvellous bow in the contest, then, Sire?’ he asks with eyes wide open. ‘Aye,’ I assent, knowing full well that the improvement in his scoring could be so impressive I might double the bargains for my wares following the contest, whether I was successful in winning a prize myself or no. He grins like a mule with a sack of carrots. He is a curious young man, indeed. His clothes, while old and well-worn, were once well-made in good cloth, possibly hand-me-downs. She bit my clit hard. Thats to teach you a lesson you dirty little slut. Ill do what I want to do. Domination was something I had never experienced before but it made me so hot. Again she pushed her fingers slowly into me, this time she kept them there. She slowly began moving them, massaging my g-spot. I was moaning softly up until then but she started moving her fingers and her tongue faster. Oh god Roxy, oh my god, I moaned to her. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me, my pussy. Miss Star you are so sexy..." I stop talking as the cock enters my mouth. My tongue is going around as it finds itself deep in my throat I gag a little bit. I don't like blow jobs. I avoid them, but I fight the urge to gag. I get his dick in my hands and lick it for a long time. He stands up and pulls me down on my little red sofa. He is on top of me. I wonder if he will kill me with a pillow and leave and it will be all over the news that "Miss Star dies having sex with client." When he is.