Had that big troop train down there. Three of 'em, three trains, lined up. He was standin' there by that big iron gate, where you go out. You know tha...t big iron gate? You seen it, it's still there. He said, 'Uncle Johnny, I volunteered for this. Nobody wants me to do this. But ain't nothin' much I can do for Speedy if I stay here. I got business with Hitler.'" As he looked out the window, a sadness came over him. "That was your daddy. That's what he was like. That was the last time I saw. Zeiss' finest. My railing was wood. So ... Daddy is pretty good with tools ... better than me ... but he has two hands, I have only one.A return visit to the Emporium and a unquick search of the premises disclosed a clamp on drill boring rig. Van Norman read the black riveted tag with white letters on the dusty red dirty bulky 110v motor. There was a dusty red tin box with assorted oilpaper wrapped shiny metal parts under the hinged lid that proclaimed, MotorcyclE on the blackened brass tag. I suggest a shower first. Here are the keys to remove the restraints." Suzie left with a waddle, her slave in tow.The others finished cleaning up including wiping down the table from desert. They were done and I went into the kitchen for the bottle of wine and the bags. I grabbed the one on the table and stopped to pickup the bag on the floor. Everything disappeared from my hands as we walked back towards the bedroom. I heard the shower and giggles coming from the guest bathroom as we passed.. I turned around and squatted back down over Jason’s muscular thighs.“Okay, sweetie.” I panted, “you’ve earned your reward.” I lifted my hips and took hold of his slippery manhood. Gingerly I placed it against my sphincter.“Well, Jason, are you ready?” I said and pressed my hips downward. His prick began piecing my asshole.“Come on, Jason, this is what you want isn’t, baby?” His helmet push past my tight ring, creating the exquisite burning sensation.“Does this feel good, Jason?” I gasped as he.