But maybe it’s just because you were my first. Anyway, you’re so damn hot! Did you start with your husband this morning?”“Yup. Then a friend s...opped by just as I was getting out of the shower. I was still hot and thinking about you so I figured a quickie would feel good and it did.”The man asked, “You have any plans for the day?”“Just lunch with my boss and then an hour at his apartment for dessert. Don’t know what might ‘pop-up’ during the rest of the day. Hubby will probably want another. Suzy asked me one morning if I could find something to vary the menu that night. I thought about it and suggested either pheasant or grouse. I knew of a meadow not too far, that was prime bird hunting. Suzy got more than excited. She had some left-over cornbread for a cornbread dressing, and her spice cabinet was correctly set up for game birds. Enough said, I had my mission.While I was changing the load on my shotgun, Vince asked what I was up too. When I explained what the menu plan was, and. We enjoyed a good meal, and most of Foster's company, but not the Frenchman, declined the offer of slave girls to warm their beds. Mine was a young mulatto who was mighty frisky and admired my prick shamelessly and almost endlessly. We quit ministering to it about dawn as I recall, and I slept till nearly noon.We traveled on reasonably good roads through Fredericksburg and got to Richmond on the evening of the sixteenth. Thomas Jefferson, then the governor, managed to round up about thirty. I was quite pleased with the results.While standing in the work room with the lamp turned on, admiring my handy work, my Dad walked in. I was speechless. I had been caught red-handed. My Dad just stood there looking amused.“Dad, I made this as a gag gift for that party I’m going to,” I nervously explained.“Oh, I guessed that right away,” Dad answered in his best deep, authoritative voice.Then Dad really surprised me. He blackmailed me!“Look,” he said smiling mischievously, “If you don’t want.