.. this!Felder came toward her, his eyes bugged with delight as he mentally undressed his prize young catch, pausing to savor the choicer parts of her...ripening anatomy. "Take your dress off," he ordered roughly, a changed, more menacing person now under the effects of the powerful African hallucinogenic.Jessica shook her head firmly, "N-No, no... I can't. I-I can't do it." Take it off, you Goddamn bitch, or I'll take it off for you!" he barked.Jessica looked around vainly for a way out, but. I'm OK."We stopped. Jules' distinctive voice echoed inside the spacious barn:"Stupid redneck motherfucker." I'm a native Indian, sir." Not you, Johnson. That white-trash asshole on sentry duty." That was a sentry?" I asked in disbelief. No one bothered to satisfy my curiosity. Steve was also curious in his own way:"What about him, sir?" What about - Can't he tell I'm Jules-fucking-Caesar?" We could've been fakes sir." Fakes? Why the fuck are we wearing these clown hats for then?" Regulations?". She waited until the farm hands were finished working on bathing the horses and feeding them before slipping inside. She knows the routine of the farm—it never changes. And she is determined to pursue her sexual indulgence with him as much as she can before he is sold, despite what her parents say.But just as a precaution, she closes and bolted the barn doors.The afternoon sunlight streams through the windows onto the floor, casting small hard shadows where they cannot reach otherwise. Emily. The pretty brunette merged her legs and turned completely onto her hip and slid the encumbrance off her foot, completing Jeff’s opus, as it was, as she stared intently at him. Her gaze didn’t break as she slowly turned onto her back and raised her arms above her head. His raven-haired bride then pointed her toes – a carryover from her proficient high school gymnastics – and spread her thighs as wide as she could, her knees bent and flanking her midsection, feet elevated in an unmistakable.