No money for the forester – I FUCK my firewood

I’d just gotten out of the shower and was about to light a cigarette on the terrace. Suddenly I get a shock. There’s a man standing on my terrace, filling up my firewood. I’d completely forgotten that when I booked the forest cabin, I was told I’d have to pay extra for the firewood. Well, what can I say? The forester only accepts cash, but who has that these days? So I thought I’d give the village idiot a good fuck and show him what city folk do! That was a payment he won’t soon forget.