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Sherry, The Story Teller Pt. 2

Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

farm?” “ I told you it's not for sale, but I'll tell you what. I need a man around here to help me, why don't you stay. You can enjoy the farm without having to buy it and it will be a win win situation. What do you think?” “ You mean, you want me to be your farmhand?” “ Yeah, you can be a farmhand with benefits.” Sarah knew he had money and thought maybe in time, she'd get him to help out with the expenses. “ What makes you think I'd want to be a farmhand and have you for a boss?” “ I'd be a nice boss. You'd like working for me and it would give me time to write my erotic stories which I would read to you.” “ Hmmmm, sounds interesting, but I'm determined to own this farm. Maybe you would become my farmhand.” Sarah laughed. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Having me be your farmhand. Well, it's not going to happen.” I stopped and looked at Angelo listening with a smile on his lips and wondered what he was thinking. “ I think I'll stop there,” I said and yawned. “ Come on. I want to hear what happens.” “ I'm sure you do, but I'll tell you the rest tomorrow night. I'm sleepy.” Then he said something that surprised and startled me. “You remind me of Sarah.” “ I do...what do you mean? I'm nothing like Sarah.” “ She's playing with his mind to get what she wants and that's what you're doing. You're trying to get me to let you stay here, aren't you? “ Maybe,” I said. “ Listen. I do want you to stay here, but not because you're telling me that story.” “ Really. You want me to stay ... here. Cool! What do you mean it's not because of my story?” “ I like how you are. You're not afraid of me. After I tackled you and was about to take you, you laughed and I felt something I had never felt before.” “ Really.” Though I wondered what he was feeling, I didn't want to tell him I was afraid of him even though I laughed. I couldn't stop thinking about all of the women he had fucked then got rid of. Despite the sweet smile, and the way he looked at me when he listened to my story, the way he held his hands at the back of his head and seemed relaxed while he listened, I wasn't going to let my guard down. He still had whatever anger or pain made him so dangerous; he still had the need to hurt and dominate women. Things like that don't just go away because I made him laugh. Still, he was going to let me stay there and that's what I wanted. I would write and not let him get too close to me. I'd keep him at arm's length. I knew it was dangerous, but I wanted him wrapped around my little finger. Talk about living on the edge, that's what I was going to do for as long as I could. When I said, “Let's get some sleep,” he held out his arms to me and I knew he wanted to cuddle, but I said, let me change out of these cut-offs and went into the bathroom and changed into the little white, sheer nightgown I loved sleeping in at home. It was short and barely covered my thighs and was so comfortable. “ Nice,” he said, looking at me when I came out of the bathroom. I knew he could see my ...