"When we left the cafe she took my keys. "You're not in any condition to drive and I know where I am going."As she drove I heard the story of her life..."Dad went to work for a cruel man when we moved from the farm. He was forced to work long hours in all weather. He became weaker and weaker as the years went by. Soon he was down in the bed too weak to do anything. Then he died.Momma and the rest of the family were heartbroken, I was devastated for the second time in my life. The boss came. This was the first time after a long period i orgasmed by ass fucking. i was so happy about this, that i kissed his feet. ‘Well done my pet’ he said and let me lick his cock for a while. i was more horny than ever in my life so that only licking his cock was not enough for me and i wanted to suck him deep. But before he whipped me and commanded me ‘Do nothing you are not permitted, yvonne !’ ‘it only wanted to make you happy my Master’ i said. This was a terrible fault of me to speak and should. "Just speak up, Sam -- I can hear you back here."Sam was pleased that she was making "a new pot." People, he mused, came in two categories: those insensitives who drank instant coffee, and the superior breed who had the good judgment always to make "a new pot" of fresh-brew. He remembered watching, in near-amazement, the popular television commercials a few years back featuring the forty-something lovers who had met over a jar of instant.Sam thought they deserved each other.He looked around the. "You have as well, haven't you, Norman? I know what the Jimmies are like. They're ungrateful buggers. We're well rid of them. But what do they do now but sanction a flood of workshy immigrants through the tartan border into the country. All those bloody Africans and South Americans! They can't use nuclear war as an excuse for inundating our noble land and taking jobs from good honest Englishmen."Nevertheless once the news was out, the press barons were no more principled than anyone else. Not.