He had passed his 70th birthday and his arthritis had begun to give him problems with his hands when it came to handling the small parts and delicate ...assemblies. Sam was reluctant to admit the gradual loss of skill, but Buck had made Bill aware of Sam's problem and by simple observation, Bill confirmed Buck's concern.He had thought about what he would do to help Sam and Buck as they aged and the company grew. There was really no need for the shop any more. The day-to-day business had dwindled,. It had hurt and she hadn't been able to do it.How a man was supposed to do it to her, to push his thing all the way up her and rut her like the dogs, pigs and cows did, she didn't understand. She'd even gotten down on all fours and tried to push her finger in, wondering if the position, if being on all fours, would make it easier to enter. It hadn't.Jessica had disappeared from her view, so she finished up with the room and moved on to the next one, making a mental note of Jessica's room. Ruled by dictators, large local corporations, or in some cases by whoever has the biggest gun, these worlds are a far cry from utopia. Almost everything there can be bought and sold, including drugs, weapons and humans. Justice there is always harsh, but rarely just.Such is the world in the year 3003. The world you - John - call your own. You own a private spaceship - the Patient, which puts you into a somewhat wealthy and respected class of small merchants, who have enough money to get almost. Then her mind wandered back to the dogs she had fucked in the past twenty- four hours. All of them had tremendous staying power.Her best estimate was that none shot a load in less than twenty minutes, if not longer.This simple statistic convinced her that this wasn't going to be the last time between the dogs and herself.She returned her attention to fucking and sucking the two cocks impaling her. On the out-stroke, she would swirl her tongue around her husbands cockhead, then swallow it back.