They walked in and saw me getting dressed. they asked me what was wrong and i told them that i knew they were gay and this was a gay spa and i needed ...o leave. My dad stopped me and told me that he didnt care if I wasnt gay and that he payed good money for this and we were gonna enjoy it, my brother left the room and said he"d be back later. my dad then grabbed me and kissed me as i tried to stuggle free nothing worked, he took my head and shoved to his cock and made me suck his thick 7 inch. I had tried out four different people who had each claimed they were experienced farm workers. They might have had farm experience, but none of them knew anything about hard work, or about thinking for themselves when something didn't go exactly as it was supposed to. None of them stuck it out for longer than two weeks.Harvest time was fast approaching, and even though it was the "off/off" year we had been expecting, we still needed to harvest whatever small crop there was to get. I had been. 00 to spend. I figured that would get us a few dances, get the man of the hour a lap dance, and make everyone happy." That sounds fine to me. So your friend likes blondes? What else is he into? I mean how should I dress? Does he like costumes or should I just dress regular?" Costumes?" I asked."Yeah you know, does he like the little schoolgirl thing? The hot secretary type? That sort of thing." Oh no, I don't think that will be necessary. Just wear something hot like you have now is fine."Honey. The girl had an inscrutable look on her face, but her clear, greenish eyes twinkled with a familiar spark.“Baby, I know that look in your eyes, you must be very sticky between those pretty little legs of yours,” commented Rosalind quietly. Her eyes shifted to the door to the hallway to make sure no one was coming in who might overhear their talk. “Come here honey and let me touch you,” she said, her voice revealing just the finest edge of lust.Megan came around the desk toward her mother..