You’re not some Johnny Reb are you?”“No, Mademoiselle, I’m Canadián.”“What are you doing here?”“My family wants to improve the qualit... of their herds. So I was sent to your country to buy breeding horses and cattle, and to ship them back to home.”“Are you armed?”“Oui.”“What does that mean?”“I apologize, Mademoiselle. It means yes, in French.”“Take off your gun belt and hold it out in front of you. Come up on the porch and lay it beside the door. You can sit in the rocker and rest your foot.. It was actually pretty nice work. I enjoyed it. But it was hard work, the hours sucked, and the money was not quite enough to survive on. And there was no way of working your way up the food chain.So, I put up with Ray and kept my mouth shut. I don't think that Ray's parents or mine had ever been aware of the friction between us. I think that before very long though, Ray's father, Mr. Nash, became aware of it. There were several instances at work when he intervened on my behalf when Ray was. When he pulled the knife out, he was sprayed with hot blood. The figure fell. One of the figures passed a window. Cal immediately pumped two shots into it. The lights came on just in time to see the man fall to the floor. Cal aimed his weapon at the center figure. He knew if they rushed him that he would be able to take out one maybe two before they were on top of him.The man to the left spoke, "Very well done, Mr. Thomas. I had heard that you were very adept in the dark. I had to find out for. I feel him move behind me and he leans into me, his cock pressed against the entrance of my virgin asshole, I moan loudly as I push back trying to get his huge cock to enter me! “let’s see what we have here” he whispers into my ear as he reaches around and grasps my hard 4-inch cock. “Hahaha, you’ve got a little cock Brandon” he whispers into my ear as he nibbles it. I moan loudly and shoot my load onto his couch. “Hahahahaha! You’re such a desperate slut!” he laughs “You better clean that up.