He stared at one of his prized impressionist paintings, a still-life, a basket of fruit next to a vase full of violets. He had purchased the painting ...from a young artist about whom many knew little. He admired its careless, thick brush strokes. He had worked hard to acquire it. He paid top dollar. This painting tried hard to remain within some established form and structure, yet conveyed confusion and uncertainty. He needed to tell Alan so much, but he couldn’t utter a word. The stirrings of. It was wrong of me to make you wait. Please forgive me, Master." Not to worry, my pet. All is forgiven." Oh, thank you, Master. I would love to make it up to you, if I may. And I have a request." And what makes you think I would grant it?" Because you are a wise Master. If you don't wish to, I will never ask again. But it would mean so much to me. To us, Master."This was intriguing. He had always been attracted to her little mind. It was her sexiest feature. It kept things exciting."So what is. I looked up and your eyes closed in ecstasy as for the first time I took your cock into my mouth. I sucked in the first inch and you pushed forward further until your cock reached the back of my mouth."That's it, suck it," you moaned. " Suck my cock and make it nice and wet because I'm going to fuck your tight arse."I moaned loudly around the thick cock as you started to push it in and out of my willing mouth. My own cock was harder than I had ever known it. You were pushing into my mouth now. Dry for most of the year, but lush and green through the two rainy seasons, it was ideal for traditional cattle rearing which formed the basis of the farms legitimate (and public) business. It was the other half, however, which was the reason for his interest. A sharp escarpment ran through the middle of the property leading to steep slopes of semi-tropical bush and forest, ideal not for traditional horticulture, but for the growing of Mwambas cash crop …. the coca bush. The GODS business plan.