..Mr. Johnson was it?” I held my hand out. “Jack...call me Jack. Mr. Johnson is my father and what my employees call me. And I would certainly kno... if you were one of my employees.” He took my hand and kissed it gently. I felt him inhaling my scent, and I smiled. “May I have my hand back?” I looked over at him with a coy smile and flirty eyes. “May I have this dance?” he stared back into my innocent looking dusty blue/grey eyes awaiting my response. I nodded, walking behind him as he led me. I spread my legs, and Paul's cum dripped from my pussy. Brian didn't hesitate and lapped up the cum. I had two very intense orgasms one right after the other.Paul usually needed to rest after coming, but this night he was hard again right away. Paul got up and moved in behind Brian, his cock just over his asshole.“Permission to fuck your slave Mistress?” Paul grunted.I was worried because Paul was quite big, and he liked rough sex.“Yes,” I relented.Paul then spat a few times on Brian's tight. A bit further on our trek took us along the top edge of a deep ravine. The view from above was spectacular. It must have been a hundred yards down to the bottom, at least. There was a flowing stream at the bottom, which no doubt fed into the Amazon. It may in fact be the start of the great river. Above us the sky poked through the vast green foliage in streams of color as the light beams cut through the mighty forest, giving light to countless living things below. The colorful birds flew from. . and then he expired.And so the potion was lost to the ages and Tristan had not the faintestidea of it as he dragged himself to the kitchen on the morning of 3rdJune 2010 with a terrible cold.He had managed some breakfast and took his daily codliver oil tablettaking advantage of the glass of water to take his antibiotic at the sametime. His throat was killing him. He made some green tea with some lemonbalm from his garden. He'd heard it was good for sore throats and withthat in mind he'd added.