The bad news is I have to send a wanted poster out with his description, along with a description of the hosses he stole and their brands. I hope for ...ll our sakes he’s a long ways away and won’t come back.”Henry quietly tried to pay for the two horses, but one owner refused. “I raised that hoss from a colt, got him trained just right. Your boy has a good eye for horseflesh, I never rode a smarter or faster horse. You ain’t got enought money to buy him, even if I was inclined to sell. Besides,. “An incredibly horny little slut…lekin maine pahale kabhi kisis ka lund aapane munh mein nahi liya hai.. maine kabhi lund nahi choosa hai.. I’ve never given head before. Will you tell me if I’m doing it okay?” “I will, baby. But don’t worry. You won’t do anything wrong. Just eat my cock like a slut. Just suck my dick, slut.” Sushila blushed when I called her slut. She had dreamed of being a slut. She wanted to be a rich slut. I wanted her to be one, too. Every horny guy needs a rich slut. “Now,. I burst out laughing “Are you crazy? Why would I leave all comforts of a town and shift to this remote village?” I asked, still chuckling and stopped suddenly as Arjun, her fourth or rather first husband walked in.I could not help staring at him. He was quite handsome. He was more than six feet tall and barrel chested. Even through the loose shirt, his massive biceps, triceps and muscular body contours were visible. He was agile like a tiger, his immense strength reminded me of a coiled. I have nothing to um..give.." I winced as he ran his huge hand up my smooth thigh and grabbed the back of my neck. "Oh, I think you have a lot to give. Pretty little pixie such as yourself..oooh..trust me..I can take a lot from you." His voice was deep and warm against my neck and I could feel myself growing wet between the legs. He ran his hand on the back of my head and grabbed my neck firmly. I had very short pixie hair so he could only grab my neck. He pushed my head down into his.