In fact, he liked the work so much that he's been there every daysince. It was only a short time before he realized he enjoyedworking on the land, und...er the sun, and raising up a good sweat.Sure, his muscles ached, but in a way that made him feel healthyand good about himself. The crew that Bill supervised turned out to be a great bunchof people who all knew their jobs well. Bill never had to worryabout any of the six men and two women slacking off or makingmistakes. They were professional in. ...you want this?" Oh yeah, fuck my cunt, fuckin' dick me"This was hot. The same ass I'd watched for years encased in overalls. Thesame ass that warmed the seat of the trucks on those cold mornings. Thesame ass that squatted on the porta toilets on building sites was twitchingbelow me. The heavy hairy legs felt warm to my touch as I rubbed hardagainst them with my hands raised high in the air to keep those legs open.With almost amusement I thought of how it'd be if those other guys at. All the pony boys had undergone vasectomy."No Mistress," I smiled at her, sipping champagne in a small crescent shaped booth with a low table in front of our knees."Yes you are," she decided, lifting her hand to call over one of the ponies. "I'm bored too." Ma'am?" The boy was gorgeous, like all the slaves in The Prance were, his body sleek and well-defined and dark like Swiss chocolate. He was oiled as well and smelled of something, jasmine maybe, or sandalwood perhaps. I couldn't decide, but. I honestly could not remember how much I would need.After stopping at her house and knocking at the door. I waited a few seconds for her to make it to the door with her walker. "So Sylvia, I called my son. You do remember my son" she asked."Of course I do," I replied. I had no idea if ever heard his name, but I knew she had a son. He had been a big part of how I got the apartment the first time. I hoped he hadn't sabotaged the deal this time."He said to give you the same deal as before, so.