..” he managed to say as her fingers wandered up his swollen length, caressing the fabric of his boxers against it, sending chills of pleasure all t...e way up his spine.“As you wish,” she said with a smile and took hold of the hem of his boxers and pulled them down.“My, my, my, yummy,” she cooed at the sight of his thick throbbing fuckstick, wetness glistening on the cockhead as she wrapped her slim fingers around it and rubbed her thumb over the cockhead, kissing and licking the insides of his. Turnover in his office and factories were the lowest in the state, someone had to pass or move away before there was an opening. Every woman got roses and chocolates on her birthday, and every man got something in line with his hobbies, be it a box of golf balls, a new fishing reel, or fine cigars. Executives came to his business to observe his operation, and while many changed nothing, a few copied him.They insisted I join them, and for ninety minutes I forgot my problems and admired what a. Overcome by the wicked attentions of the smiling redheaded dominatrix and the sweet promise of death from the haughty bitch behind him, who rubbed herself and allowed him a sniff of her arousal from elegant fingers, the male's tortured balls tingled with a final, fatal ecstasy as the bolt began to bite his neck and he witnessed the willing anticipation of the eager watching women. They erupted with a gleeful barrage of cheers, jeers, and applause as his expression moved to one of exquisite. After tending the animals we go next door to have a meal at the cantina. There’s a few sour looks at us gringos by the locals until I insist my crew sit and eat with me. I get a few smiles of humour from the men at my order of fresh milk with the meal, but the Mexican ladies serving us know its properties and they smile with understanding.With no hotels that suit us in this part of town we go back to sleep in the wagons. Most of the men stay for some more drinking. After I pay for all our food.