She was mine.I’d take care of her. Like any livestock. I was her husband. This was husbandry. It only made sense.“Moo for me again,” I said. She...complied. So she could still understand language, take orders. I rewarded her with another, even heartier squeeze. She liked it, I could tell, because she mooed even louder, almost a bellow.“Good girl,” I said. The strawberries were everywhere now. You know what that was like. You can’t judge me. I’m taking care of her. You can’t judge me.I knelt and. "One hundred and fifty-seven. One hundred and fifty-eight..." He started counting again."I like your cock up my ass," he confessed. "I liked it when you came in me too. I want to suck your cock some more. Later!" he amended quickly, reddening. "I'm getting sore though. Could you lube me some, Matthew?"I grinned at him, and kept sliding my cock slowly in and out of his ass. He was counting the insertions and deletions on his fingers, one at a time, keeping track."Two hundred," I said, pressing. Two old men sat on a bench deep in an animated conversation. A young couple were lying on a blanket, sunbathing. And at the edge of the meadow, in the deep shade of an old oak, Debbie Cohen was sitting astride the waist of Tyler Davis. As she continued to look around, Debbie wondered if any of those other people realized Tyler was softly massaging her breasts. Of course they didn’t, she told herself. Since she was on top of him and leaning forward, her unbuttoned vest acted like a curtain,. I could buy lots of stuff, like an island villa - or a plane! How much would that cost me? I was now worth around $1.75 billion. At even a five percent return on my investment, which was ridiculously low, that was an annual income of over $87 million. I had to be able to pay operating expenses on a plane or helo at that level! I could fly home most nights. That redefined commuting!Marilyn had to be with me for at least a night or two in Washington, but the kids had school, so we had to make.