"I know you. You came around here last week. My husband told you then we didn't want any cookies. What're you doing coming back here? What're you doin...-- spying on me?" I wasn't spying," Debby said. "I just got here. I was gonna knock."The woman eyed Debby suspiciously, which reminded Debby of the looks her mother gave her."Well, whatever," the woman said. "We don't want any cookies today or tomorrow or ever, so get packing."As Debby made her way down the steps, the woman called after her.. The shower hand wand was set to gentle pulsate. He soaked my pussy. ‘Now, I am going to tidy this area up. I see you already trim, but I don’t like any hair on your labia. And you have too much around your clit.’ By the time he was done, I had this one little strip of black hair left on my mound and everything else was as smooth as glass. ‘If you don’t mind, I would like for it to be kept this way.’ ‘I guess it is okay, if it makes it easier for you to eat me, then all the better, besides it. The men didn’t let the women come into town much. They’re nice ladies and shouldn’t have any trouble getting new husbands. But they don’t know much about working a farm. The kids are young. Ten year old Tom is the eldest.”I think on that. Tom is the one who was holding the horses and I still have to deal with him. “Thanks, Joan. The ladies are now widows. I’m thinking of leaving them the farms. But if they don’t know how to work them they’ll need people to work for them. Any suggestions?”She. .. completely trust me?" Yes, of course," she said in a calmer voice."Then there shouldn't be an issue," I said taking control again."You're right, Sir," she said regaining her smile, "I'm sorry, Sir; I guess I just panicked for a second."I gently pressed my lips to hers, "I love you, babe, I would never do anything to hurt you," I said. "No one but you or I will ever see these, I promise."She was completely at ease as I went on to shoot the most erotic photos I'd ever taken or ever hope to.