Their hair has been styled incurls, piled on top of their head, and held in place with more pinsthan I would have thought possible."Don't we look gorg...ous?" LeeAnn -- the redhead -- giggles as shewatches me put the finishing touches to Emma. "We should get you to dothis every day," she says."Oh I'd love that!" Emma joins in. "Can you both just come to my placeevery morning and do my makeup?" Sure," I say with a smile, painting Emma's lips. "What time do you getup?" Depends who she's been. " That sounds like an excellent plan. This is quite a large place here, I hope you've thought about hiring at least a few men," he said."Oh, I have. I was able to talk Frank Johnston into being my foreman, by promising he wouldn't have to do any cattle drives, and he's out now hiring any good men he can find," I said."Damnation. I don't know why I didn't think of that myself, hiring Frank that it. I have a good foreman, but I could have used Frank as a fulltime blacksmith. Oh well, I'll just. I heard the door open to Mr. M’s office. I swung around in my chair, wide eyed, to see Mr. Morrison standing there reading over some important document or report, as per usual. ‘Miss Tanner, it seems I have lost my translator. I need you to find me a new one today, and, try to find someone a little more agreeable.’ he said before going back into his office. I sat in stunned disbelief. A translator. I couldn’t believe my luck, but, how to approach this, that was the problem. I knew that it was. “Can you get Brad to come in and jerk off all over my face again? I think that would make me feel better about myself.”Bradley, as ever, was the most efficient fucker friend either of the girls could have dreamt of: always ready to lend his cock when needed, always ready to sit in the background and jerk off to a fuck-flick when the girls just needed cunt-time. And that is just what he was doing on Sunday afternoon, two days after Rob’s ill-fated visit, watching – as it happened – his favourite.