I had been forced to smoke — inhale some kind of drug, and had most likely been drugged in some manner with the shot of what ever in my ass. Add to ...hat the bottle which was waved in my face, and I could not tell if it was smelling salts or a popper.But I knew one thing, I was tied up, had been raped and appeared to be still in one piece more or less as I knew.Finally I just laid my head down a bit and started to doze off, as it appeared that I was alone at the moment and I knew that being. She seemed always ready whenever the opportunity presented itself and initiated activities as often as I did. Even our screwing styles were compatible, sensing what the other wanted, soothing or vigorous.After a few months we were spending a lot of time together, even overnighting at one or the other’s place a few times each week. We had never talked about sex explicitly because it had just come so naturally into our relationship.One night we hadn’t yet gotten naked after arriving at her place. Within a second, I’d been slapped, we may have had our differences but me and Jane had never hit each other. “don't call me a bitch I’ve had enough of your shit your useless around here, we just run free and you don't care” Jane was a stickler for the rules, a real swat, don't think she ever broke a rule in her life. The slap still stung, and with it made me think, she hit me, she wants me to take charge I'll take charge. I look at her, she was wearing small shorts showing off her curves and a. She was more interested in the curious way that Maisy was looking at her and wondering why she was enjoying it so much."I thought you might be feeling lonely... with your husband not with you and all," Maisy said. "I know that a married woman gets used to company. Someone to sleep with. Sex." Errrr... well, yes. But--" I don't know if you ever cheat on your husband."Good Lord! What a question from a relative stranger! Was she going to offer Marion one of the ranchhands?"That's really none of.