Amy laughed and they both hung up. Michelle put the phone back in her coat pocket and propped the bat up against the bathroom wall. She flashed a shee...pish smile at the stranger and apologized for almost knocking him in the head. He told her it was ok and that he would have done the same thing if he was in her place.Michelle grabbed Amy's pills from the medicine cabinet and walked out of the bathroom, all the time snickering to herself. Before she got too far, she turned her head back just in. “Are you Karl Altmann?”“I am,” the bearded man answered, as if there had been much doubt. “It’s good to meet you.”The two men walked to the top of the hill where a huge oak and an equally impressive black walnut tree grew horizontally out from the cliff face, hanging sixty feet or more over the creek below. After fifteen feet or more of horizontal growth the trees started to bend gently skyward. Thick ropes stretched between the trunks held a bridge which led to the treehouse itself, at least. "You couldn't get enough of me," she said, kneeling at his feet to unzip his pants and reveal his half-hard cock. Bob eagerly stripped off his shirt."I like you," he told her."I like you, too," she grinned, taking his penis into her mouth."Ooh," Bob approved."Could we take this to your bed?" I asked. "I want to feel and taste your tits, and I think we'd all be more comfortable."Her nod on his cock added an extra thrill for Bob. With a loud slurping sound, she removed her mouth and grabbed his. And I've been asked to present you with an offer that I'm hoping you cannot refuse." Um, oh?" Stan's brain cells were still not fully functional. They wanted him? "My CAP score is good enough for extraction, it's 6.8, but that's nothing outstanding. Why me?" he asked the obvious leader of the Confederacy forces. At that point, he was sure it wouldn't matter what the offer was, he was so cowed by this impressive Tribune's size he'd agree to anything just to keep this mountain of a man calm."Yes..