"Yes master," she said jumping off him and ran into the bedroom. The man watched her naked figure until she was out of sight."What's this all about Si...r," demanded the sergeant as the police car speed along the road, after a long pause the inspector said."Did you ever see the TV program call 'Cracker'?'" the Inspector said."Sure" she replied."Well you've got this big ugly bloke, who can charm the knickers off a young and attractive D.S." the Inspector looking across at his sergeant and smiled,. I was looking at his dick, drooling. I was still in denial I was gay, even though at 16 the thought of pussy or even a girls tits were gross to me. But I could not longer resist...I asked em to suck his dick, and told em I just wanted to try it out. At first he said no, but then he said, I could lick it. As I moved my head closer, I was hard as rock. I was so exited, and that one little lick was a great pleasure to me. Then he looked at me and said "Go for it" and I was full of sexual. He didn’t have women throwing themselves at his feet, he thought as he lathered up, nor did his own wife really throw herself at his feet. Although in retrospect, he had managed to get her writhing and grinding earlier, so maybe there was something in it… He thought about that a little bit more, and thought of her wonderfully sun-kissed body as she had stood near the window, only a thin layer of net between her and the eyes of Devon… Opening his own eyes to turn off the shower, he suddenly. ”“But why so much?” I ask. “Much money, and they buy fine house for us, and we work only very little for all this. If this can be called work.”“What do you mean?”“Linda, I grow crop, this is work,” I explain. “I learn very much, this is work too, different but still hard. But I receive little money for crop and none for learn. To listen to others and watch them and know do they say true or not, this is not work, I do easily.”“Work isn’t defined by how much effort you put into it,” she tells me..