Washington, I'd do most anythin' ta git a good stake. I'm yer man."Bill chimed in with, "Shore, Mr. Washington, I'll go along with ya an' be pleased t... git the chance." OK, boys, I'm glad ta have y'all with me. Here are yer guns back. Ya jus' keep takin' orders from Ansul (the foreman) jus' like always. He'll let ya know when ya have ta become real guards. Now, all of y'all git out soz I kin git some real work done."I signaled ta John, an' we headed back ta Jim an' George. George had shown up. Please!" she managed to get out. He slid up her legs and sat on her thighs. "What do you say?" he said in his singsong triumphant voice. "You're an ass?" she asked with a wicked smile. He pinched her sides and she yelped. "Fine," she said with a huff. "Conrad G. Finnigan, you are master of all. Except Monopoly," she added under her breath. He pinched her again, and she squealed. "You're not finished," he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes before continuing. "You are smarter, faster, and. That marvelous delving tongue, the hefty helping of bloodhound drool once again soaking and cooling her crotch and thighs, and the lewd encouragements her dad intimately murmured into her ear soon brought her to a series of bucking orgasms. Her spend only encouraged more licking from the dog.Across the blanket her daughter grunted, then gulped thickly, gagged, the gulped several more times as she took Jim Edward’s heavy load down her gullet. Just as soon as she had managed to get the last of. Unwilling to wait, they went out onto the balcony that rose directly over the courtyard where the party was taking place. From there, they could see everyone. Likewise, everyone could see them if they stood by the balcony wall. “What are we going to do up here?” Jessamine sounded exasperated as she leaned against the half wall and found her husband still standing by the buffet table. “Not what are ‘we’ going to do, my dear,” he said from behind her as he ground his erection against the cleft.