I do not intend to call you names, sir. You see, you see!” Mr. Richards was pointing to the flat spot under his belly. “There is nothing here now....You are just an impostor. You pretend to be a man, a Division Head, but in reality, you are nothing but my dick and your place is here, right under my pubis.”“But even for the sake of an argument, how can you prove it?” inquired Mr. Cox. “What evidence do you have that your dick is missing? Why should I believe you? What if you never had one?”“I had. It there was anything wrong in the barns, I would know. But, I will look into it anyway. I will stick my head out that way right now. Good night. Sarahs worries grew. Jayson had been with the family for years. His entire world, all his responsibility, ended at the fence of the estate. There had never been any effort at all to get to know anyone in the community. She just did not trust him to even care about something down in the valley. And, as far as she being worried about neighbor, so what. . The dildo seemed to get even larger than it was originally, and I felt liquid entering my ass. "Well, you wanted some tonight, dear", Patrick said to me, "so I thought you wanted more cum in you". Rebecca laughed out loud, as she twisted the knob to the off position, keeping the dildo buried deep in my bowels, with an anonymous load in my ass, stirring around with the other loads I'd already taken.We then made small talk, well, mainly Patrick and Rebecca did, catching up on old times, as I. The bartender brought the drinks, and I started to sip my orange juice, but immediately made a face and called the bartender over. "Tony, this isn't my usual."The bartender just smiled and said, "it's a screwdriver, just like you always pay for."Giving him a look, I said, "You know better than that. Just give me the orange juice, as usual, no vodka."The girls giggled again, and this time Barbara winked at Nancy, saying, "we're even," as the bartender laughed and immediately switched drinks."You.