He unfolded the paper and started to read the text:Lunn, I’m afraid I can’t stay with you anymore. That means, to my regret, I have to resign, and...I hope you find a suitable replacement for my position.All the best, Alice.He gasped realising he was about to lose another woman that he cared for. He moaned softly as he tried to process the note. He studied the paper intensely, and he noticed she had written it in a hurry. Her handwriting was usually more curved. Something must have happened, and. My wife told me I better get use to it for she had and so had the girls. She told me that Doug's cock was going to blow my mind not only today but for a long time to “CUM”. Doug had decided that the four of us guys were going to be fully trained as sissy boy fuck toys for members of his club. And that today we would begin our training with the help of our wives. He then asked me if I enjoyed his big shaft up my ass and I said I loved it while be bounced me up and down like a toy. With each. She never boarded. At first, I thought I had just missed her, but, after we were in the air, I walked the length of the plane and couldn’t find her. I was very confused and sorry to have never been able to express my appreciation. My lovely wife and children and both sets of our parents met my plane and we had a marvelous and loud reunion at the airport. It felt great to be home, for at least the next thirty days. That night, my wife and I were watching the 11:00 news and there was a report. The telegram went on to say that Tim Benson was very capable at runningthe Boston district and that he felt the opportunity to see the wildwest might be fun! Well, they couldn't figure out why this Mr. Benson,a tenderfoot would be interested. This certainly wasn't a campingtrip. They also learned by chance that a Miss Madge Dubois, the ladywho ran the dancing girls at the new saloon knew of Tim and that theywere pen pals of sorts. They had been friends back East in Boston andshe assurred.