Sparkling eyes peered from under that tattered brim, set in a craggy face wrinkled by years of sun and work. Behind his eyes one could sense a sadness... a sorrowful secret. Graydon would learn that Patch had been in the "Great War" and had survived trench warfare and poison gas. He returned home never to speak of it, wanting only to forget. Patch abandoned his roots in the Ozarks to settle in the high Cascade Mountain country of the Methow Valley.He survived on a small pension and creamery. The exception was when some jackass was trying to prove they were smarter than me. They would work counter to everything I did, and in the end, they always proved me right. Sure I worked with mechanic teams, and I wished I was working alone most of those times. It is utterly foreign to me, working with a supportive team.Just after 3 pm, Moira pages me in my office. I press the button on the phone and ask, “What is it?”“Watanabe is on line one for you.”“Thanks, dear.”I hit the line one button on. I wanted to be inside her too, so I finally went for her clit and kept my tongue there, working on that gorgeous large swollen clit. I was really having fun with that big clit. It wasn’t long before she got off, quietly thank God, but nonetheless got off, and it appeared to be a long good cum. I was just grateful that she kept it down and didn’t wake the entire floor with her screaming. I lapped up the tasty sex juices now leaking out of her. She really tasted fresh and clean. Her husband. Comments welcome at “You are not going anyfuckinghwere. I need your balls, and I need them here so I can fucking squeeze them dry. Is that clear, motherfucker?” That Janani was pissed was evident from the fact that my balls were being squeezed worse than they have ever been. But this wasn’t her just being pissed, it was evident that she was distraught and is acting out by hurting me more. She wanted to make it clear to me that she should be the only one controlling my life and no one else..