' I stammered 'what are you talking about,' 'I heard that you are , how they say the local f--k boy here.' I tried to look mean and ask 'what the f--k...you mean.' Eric reached out and pushed me to the wall and slowly began to stroke my penis. I tried to push his hand away when he said 'They told me that you liked to be slapped around, I don't want to have to do that, seeing that the end would be the same. Just relax and enjoy what's about to happen, if not only one of us will have fun, and I. “Worried I might find you getting into trouble?” I said with a smile.“I’m not the one in this place likely to get in trouble! What’s for dinner?”“Stuffed pork chops with mushroom gravy, broccoli with Hollandaise sauce, and hot biscuits and butter,” I announced proudly. “And if you’re especially nice to me, some chardonnay.”“What do you mean by nice?” she asked. I simply waggled my eyebrows, and Marilyn laughed. “No, no, no! That’s only for the sake of procreation!”“Are you trying to tell me. I had though his wife would be black but she wasn't. Mrs. Reginald was Asian, probably Chinese. Her bathing suit bottoms were cut high on her thighs barely covering her pubic hairs and exposing most of her perfectly shaped behind.She was speaking but I hadn't heard a word. Finally with a grin on her face she said. "Thirsty young man?" She had a tall glass of ice tea in her hand that I had not noticed until then.I shut off the mower, nodding my head. "Yes, thank you."I gulped the cold drink down. Every morning the old man would bring me some food, well it was just rice soup and some stale bread and told me to let the dogs do what they wanted with me and he would come back later. He always left a bottle of the milky stuff and said to use it between my legs.I knew he was watching me as I could see him moving about through the wooden panels. We were in a barn on a farm I think and I had to let them all lick me because he would come in and sit in a chair watching.There was a big bale of.
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