Angel put his face between her enormous tits and pushed them together, pulling back and taking the dollar bill from his mouth. She blew him a thank yo... kiss and moved to the next man in line.For him, she sat on her ass with her legs spread wide. She let him move his face is fairly close to her wet pussy but just as he thought he would get a taste she pushed him back with the heel of one shoe giving him a smile and a "no-no" wag of her finger.Everyone laughed and she got her tip from him. She. “We’re not either. And it’s not a requirement on this ranch.” They all guffawed at that.“OK,” said Bill, looking around. “It seems to me the three of us want another go at her.” We all nodded, and the muffin began to shake her head violently again. She knew better than to scream or call names after the last torture session, and she could see the whips and chains hanging on the wall for our pleasure. “It seems to me too,” Bill continued, “that we have a nice scenario to perform here. I. I looked up to Margaret’s face. Either she hadn’t heard the comment or chose not to acknowledge it. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye with a smile and gently squeezed my hand when it was time to cross the street. At lunch I protested that birthdays were simply not worth the effort, especially mine. In all the years that I have known her, this was the only time I ever have seen Margaret become even remotely angry with me. The thought that I might upset Margaret caused me great. I don't really have to piss but I wanna do some snooping around. I quietly go into her room and it smells as good as she does. I turn the light on and notice how pink everything is. It looks like a little girl's room. That's so hot. Stuffed animals on her fluffy pink bed. It feels so soft, too. Pink walls, almost everything pink. I make way to her drawer and start searching for panties. My heart beating faster, this is such a turn on. I eagerly sniff some pairs of her panties. Oh my god this is.