I had my skirt up above my stocking tops and was fingering my bald pussy.We arrived at this massive house on the edge of town. Paul and I were met at ...the door by a woman, I found out later it was Paul's bosses girlfriend. She was dressed in a French maids outfit, not one of those cheap ill fitting ones you find in sex shops but a pucker top quality outfit. Her skirt stopped level with the dark band of her stockings. The bodice was deep cut, only just covering her nipples.She introduced herself. She rolls over, spreads her legs out wide and I get between her legs 'breed me you hot stud you, pump your hot....' All of a sudden her phone rings. she yells 'it's jim' I quickly hand her the phone. 'Uhm... hello.. yes... yes he's paying me the rent right now...' I pump my dick as she's talking and listening but watching me pump my dick. i'm thinking 'guawd damn, she's got some huge tits' 'yes... he's a good honest-whole sum young man. yes i'll do that.. what time?... ok.. bye' she turns off. . David did a good job. Ludington could supply the fresh we needed. I made a list.I’ve garnered a few weird tastes ... world travel does that to a person. There are fruits, vegetables, even meats that aren’t available on the North American continent. Some don’t freeze well, some cannot be shipped and some are banned for reasons only known to the government ... and the wealthy ... some would be disruptive to the economy. I wondered where I was going to find good coffee. Probably the Upper. Frank waved Yahoo inside. Frank was an unhealthy thin white man with black hair that didn’t look like it had been washed in weeks, and had an aversion to wearing shirts. He had at least five days worth of growth to his beard making him look as unhealthy as the house. Yahoo always hated going into the farmhouse, the fear of the floor someday giving out under him kept him from staying long. “Shit you came early,” Frank said dropping onto a torn and taped couch in the living room and tossing the.