The door was unlocked, opened and a woman in her thirties walked in. She was 5'3” and very athletic. Her hair was short and black. She wore a doctor... coat, a shot gray skirt, a white blouse and black, flat shoes. Outside, waiting in front of the door, Linya could see the two brutes who came at her before in the interview room. In one hand the doctor held a small plastic item that looked like a remote, in the other she held a set of handcuffs.“Put these on behind your back and follow me.” she. My answer,unequivocal.YES!My left hand began rubbing his cock harder, my back-and-forth motionincreasing in tempo. He swelled to an even greater girth, it wasnoticeable. I was acting on pure instinct, rubbing a cock other than myown. Mine was never this big, or this hot, or this raging withexcitement.Raging with a kind of sexuality I'd never thought of before. That initself was enough to almost make me cum, in my pants, right there in thefront seat of his car. The added euphoria from. If it brought in enough to make it worth while I'd double or triple the land under cultivation the next year.I'd realized that the canvas anoraks I'd made for the winter were quite comfortable once I'd broken them in. Instead of buying expensive jeans, dungarees or overalls I spent some evenings sewing together a couple pair of britches. I did buy a couple shirts, underwear, socks and shoes though. Working on the farm was damned hard on shoes.I realized that I'd never surveyed the farmland. Oh,. We started drinking and watching a baseball game. At one point, he took a call, going out onto my balcony. At the time, Mark was married to a crazy, hormone challenged woman ten years his junior, and he was always shopping for new pussy. When he came back, Mark flat out asked, “So Dean, you want to get fucked?” Mark taught at a local high school and had a fellow teacher named Marsha that he got together with and banged, from time to time, he had told me some stories. Mark explained that one.