We pulled up to my new log cabin, and I could see by the look on Rachel’s face that she was thinking” there is no way I’m not fucking this good ...ooking rich guy tonight”. I felt the same way, there was no way I didn’t want to fuck my skinny western honey tonight. We sat in the living room and I got a beer. Rachel shook her head in disgust and went right to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. She said beer is for pussies as she handed me a shot glass and filled it with. Females are money in the bank! They're 99% ofour labor force, 90% of our meat supply and 100% of our breeding stock. Keepingthem as property under male control is what keeps our economy, food supplyand social order stable. That's the historical background and the realities of today's world, realitiesthat Marcus & Co. can't seem to grasp. Now let's take a close look at Trent Hamilton. What kind of man is he? Howdo we know he's the man to put at the President's ear? Well, I happen to know Trent. When his cock stopped twitching I let it out of my mouth slowly.I asked Tim to hand me my drink and as he did I tucked Dan’s cock back in to his speedo, it hadn’t softened at all but I managed to stuff it in there OK. Still on my knees Tim handed me my drink and before I took a swig to wash down the cum, Dan and I chinked our glasses and he complimented me on the best blowjob he has ever had. I asked Dan if he thought Tim would like it? He turned to Tim who had quietly watched the entire show. By this time the front door was being well and truly hammered by the two police women. The terrified girl obeyed and the wall closed up behind her. She found herself half way up the staircase of the next house and could see, through the front door, the flashing light of the police squad car in the street outside. There was no sound of knocking on the next door any longer and she guessed the woman must have let the two officers in. The door of the front room opened and out came Mr Andrew.