Her skin had a dark olive complexion. She was tall. Her crotch was hairless and her legs were long and slender. Simply put, she put most fashion model... to shame."You're...You're a...." A genie," she said as a matter of fact. "That I am. I prefer being called Isabelle though..."My jaw nearly dropped and my mind spun around in dizzying circles trying to process all of this. A REAL LIFE FUCKING GENIE was in my bedroom. She was completely naked. And she was hot as hell."How is this even possible?". So far nothing much. It was work and it was a normal posture. After the presentation, the lady indicated me the way to the bathroom. Opening the tool box, I took a proper one and when I started the task, I realized a huge dildo, landed on the inner edge of the bathtub. It was certainly forgetting the lady, so I thought. But I also thought of the countersense of a stark-looking lady's relationship with that sex toy. Grabbing the toy I realized it was still viscous of recent use. I sMelissaled. ...As I suck his cock deep into my mouth, I feel a pair of hands, sliding over the cheeks of my ass, under my little pvc skirt, I push my ass out to invite more attention, as I do I feel one hand slide between my thighs, opening my legs his fingers immediately hook my panties out of the way. In seconds I feel gentle pressure of his fingers on my tight hole making me gasp as he worms his finger into me, opening me up for the first time, still with my mouth full of hard cock, first one then two. The pigs had huge pastures in which to roam. We chose which pastures they used with a series of chutes and gates. Since we fed them additional food in the main enclosure each evening, they made sure to be there. They lazed and grazed all day in the pasture, but we fed them grain mix inside at night, and eventually extra milk and buttermilk from our small, private dairy.There was running water throughout the pasture area since adult pigs drink three to six gallons of water a day. Occasionally,.