It wasn’t until about a week ago they had finally managed to gather enough food supplies without having to worry where breakfast would come from the... next morning. With their very survival at stake, it was difficult to find some leisure time. Even now, the tasks of gathering firewood, keeping the little hut from falling apart and checking all the traps every day while constructing new ones took from dawn till dusk. And just because they had a roof over their heads didn’t mean the construction. ‘Here you are,’ he said, stopping the car. He had reached my apartment. ‘Please come in,’ I said. I wanted him badly. ‘I can’t,’ he said. ‘Why? ‘ ‘Listen keanna, you might think that I am a horny old bastard but when I first saw you in the club I literally wanted to fuck you. But when I learnt that you are in pretty bad problem I decided to drop the idea. Come on you can understand what I am saying. You might think that all men are pigs. But not me. Not Kent Falconer. But one thing Keanna you. I made him stand in the center of the room, completely naked, and I sensually stroked his cock for less than a minute until he was whimpering and biting his lip, trying to keep from cumming. I took out my ruler and placed it at the base of his cock and told him to tell me EXACTLY how much his worthless, pathetic cock actually measured. He mumbled something incoherent. “Listen you little worm. I said TELL ME HOW MUCH YOUR LITTLE CLITTY REALLY MEASURES.” His face became reddened and he looked. ”“Clete, are you really that good?” Annie asked. This was makin’ her want Clete’s naked body next to her; him bein’ so shy actin’ and handsome and a sneaky-ass card player all rolled into a good ol’ boy with a huge cock.“Pa taught me well,” Clete said.“Sir, would you like an after dinner cigar and a shot of brandy?” the waiter asked.“I sure would. I’m nervous about playin’ your boss in a card game later, I need to settle my nerves down some. Bring these pretty ladies a shot also, they need to.