"Would this be the only time would might there be other times as well?"Steve asked suddenly surprised that he was even asking such a thing."If it work..., then I would hope for other times," Jennifer noted."Then each time I agee to do this it is only for a specific play dateand a specified time. Another event or time would require my newagreement," Steve noted using a finger to count one."Agreed," Jennifer noted."Minimum wage beginning when I arrive and ending when I leave," Stevenoted."Agreed,". The man in the suit stood next to me, undoing his pants and sliding his cock into my mouth. I had to turn my head to the side to fully take him in. I felt my top being untied and being lifted up. My tits were exposed and being worked by the man in the suit. How could any woman not want this? Every part of me was being serviced. The woman between my legs was licking the cock as it stroked out of me, then licked my pussy as he stroked in. It gave me enough of a tease to keep me from cumming, yet. Hearing was their best asset, but half the Dwarves snored terribly, so sentries were less effective than they might have been. All of which was why only John’s ears caught it, and no one else did.A crackling noise, like an arc-welder or static discharge. Nothing natural that John knew made a sound like that. And if this world had an animal or person who could, they were undoubtedly a significant threat. He was just beginning to doubt his hearing, when he picked out a faint voice too. Whispering. "So Cletus, what is the state of the farming operations?" We're not making enough money from them yet for me to retire," He laughed as did the rest of us."Ya gotta be a workin' more than you bein' to get to be retired Cletus," Pap cackled."So Cletus, now that our morning jokes are over have you had any time to decide what you want to do about the farms?" Cletus runs the farms?" Dad asked."He is the Operations Manager Dad. I know nothing about farming, Pap is semi retired and head of the clan.