" Lemon, remember? Sit down." He waved me to the couch. "Here, I brought you another cognac."I swirled, sniffed, and sipped while he took his chair. "...emon, how long have I been coming here?" Oh, um, I reckon 'bout thirteen year now, Mister Danmark. Just before I bought out Mister Lowenstein's third of the partnership." Do you notice anything different about me?" I asked."You wearin' a sport jacket tonight," he said. "You normally wear your suit, comin' from your office an' all." What about my. Both my older brothers worked for him, and even they had problems getting paid enough to support themselves and their families.Ted, my oldest brother, who was married with three young children, was managing to make do, financially, by augmenting his income doing private classic car restoration work, in the evenings, and on weekends.My brother Bob, who didn't have any kids yet, had Dolores, his wife, working for her father who was an attorney. Dolores brought home more in her paycheck than Bob. She sat down on a vacant sunbed, dragged him down until he was lying flat out on his back and removed his shorts, his hard cock quickly escaping and standing upright, menacing, beautiful and dominant in her mind. He looked at her in wonder and hope, as she looked on in total lust, knowing just what she had to do.She bent her head and ran the tip of her tongue, up and down the length of his cock, round the edge of his purple head, licking the pre-cum. As she moved her tongue back down, she. "How long has it been since you were with a guy?" The night before we left to come here, but I had to come home early, so we only did it once."As long as she was being so open, I thought, what the hell. "How often do you fuck?" Pretty much every date now that I have settled on certain guys. Before, I wasn't so picky about who I went out with but now, I only go out with guys I think are hot. Couple times a week, I guess. What about you." I get my share, especially this summer with the guests,.