' It was true that his foster parents were falling on hard times, the soils weren't fertile and they had true born offspring to care for over him. He ...ad been a helpful farmhand for them in the meanwhile, but all he had really been to them was a cash injection upon his 18th birthday - or at least that's how he felt deep down inside.Brand was a slender youth, tall but not much meat on his bones but even so, years of working on a farm had resulted in rather defined muscles that would certainly. So she'd broken off and gone to bed alone. Past midnight he'd crept in, careful not to wake her. She felt neglected, increasingly resentful. Now late Friday, he'd come home smiling, bearing a big bouquet offresh-cut daisies. "For you," he said. "For being so patient." She took them without a word and slid them into a crockery vasehe'd never liked. She knew she was being unfair. They'd had this crisis at theoffice, he'd warned her it was coming, she was proud everyonetrusted he could. She grabbed Miss M by the neck and gave her a squeeze. Pushing her hair behind her ear leaning in to talk. "Are you ready for this M? Are you ready for that black cock to be in you? I want it in you so bad. I want you fully impaled on it, taking it to the hilt. Will you be good and please that cock for me?" She asked sternly. Miss M shook her head yes in agreement. Teresa began playing with Miss M's nipples still gripping her throat. Causing her to moan. "Are you ready to be a good girl for me. .. Another text message shit. It's him asking if I'm on my way, I had to reply back that I wasn't ready yet. Again he replies back with " you're killin me" I finish getting ready finish my second beer, take one last look in the mirror and think ok this is just how it's going to be.I stop and get beer and ice for my cooler as I make the 40 minute drive, the 2 beers I drank have done nothing so I decided to drink another to calm me down and help with the heat it's still over 100 degrees. As I'm.