My bedroom has a bay window facing my backyard. There was no grass to mow out there. I had covered the ground with weed-stop and bark nuggets. Seve...al small trees and flowering bushes were strategically placed to give a feeling of an endless space. The flora also provided an extra level of privacy from the neighbors on my left and behind.The right side was different. The fence there had blown down in a nasty storm a few years back, and after talking with the couple that lived there, we had. After feeling the last spasms of that very intense climax, I rested there on the bed; I woke up twenty minutes later, finding the bed sheets soaked between my legs, both dildos coated with my white creamy juices, as they laid there glistening in the light.I felt myself totally spent, but I knew I was going to meet my black bull; so the thought reenergized me as I sat up and smoked a cigarette, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling and recalling Darnell had a cock big enough to fill my still. The man standing behind it seemed to overpower it, his huge hands resting casually on the back of an equally ornate and carved office chair.Desk and chair, a matched set, sized to reflect the stature and imposing presence of their owner, Graydon thought. Richly tooled leather, nailed and tucked into diamond blocks with gleaming brass-headed tacks at their corners, padded the chair back. A similar-styled rectangle of tooled leather binding framed a dark-green felt work pad on the desktop. A. "Drop the spear and I'll let the women tell me their story. There's still a chance I'll let you live, but I'll admit it isn't much of one," I said.Just then I heard an arrow whistle and then strike something that sounded like flesh. I didn't move or take my eyes off the man I was facing. He wasn't so calm about things. He turned tail and took off. I was about to give chase on Buck but a second arrow made it unnecessary. It took him high in his left leg and his running was over with for a while.