It’s where I met Cindy Lou. She was sort of the bartender waitress in the place. Pete and Joe both warned me about Cindy. They said she was kind of ... wild one. She began flirting with me. I would stay later and help her close up and she would drive me back to the bunkhouse. She had a trailer of her own in walking distance of the bar. One night instead of driving me back to the bunkhouse, she drove to her place. Needless to say, we made love. I know this is hard to believe but it was my first. . Ok falda that means skirt." She looks at his legs and thenlooks into his eyes. "You would look very sexy in a skirt." Really you think so?" Oh yeah I bet you have some sexy legs." But aren't skirts for chicks?" Uh no! Look at those dudes in Scotland, they wear skirts, and women gocrazy for them. It's so hot. But like I love a guy in a miniskirt. Anice tight miniskirt that shows off his ass. Mmmm just the thought ofit makes me wet. Besides it's easier access to your scepter. You shouldwear. There was no ending time given.Elsa, Cindy, Sheila, Melanie, Izzy, and KC all stayed overnight at the house to break it in, and be there to meet caterers and other people helping out first thing that Saturday morning. We had lifeguards for the river swim hole and pool to keep an eye on the kids. Chloe and Zoé were both guests as well as some of our sexy waitresses – a role they enjoyed; they brought eight of their equally sexy friends with them, also scantily clad, yet just barely acceptable. I parted my legs and stood, my booted feet apart, then placed my hands on my head, pressing my elbows back to thrust my chest out towards him. He nodded, then I felt him slowly reach out with the whip and invite me to kiss it. The last couple of inches of a dressage whip is not woven leather like the rest but is a frayed end and I kissed it, knowing that by so doing I was accepting his intentions to do with it whatever he pleased. He started by lowering it and brought the tip to the inside.