I made it clear from day one that I didn’t tolerate laziness, and as soon as they pointed out the rotten apples in the bunch, I got rid of them.On t...e other front, having Rachelle as my now official girlfriend or main squeeze as some of the guys had called her was beyond amazing. She understood my late hours, as well as the stress of a new job. But I was never too busy for her or her extremely high sex drive. There were nights I would come home dead tired, and all I wanted to was lay down and. Before going to the party I decided to get a place to escape if something was to happen and I bought some alcohol and then went to the party in my truck. When I arrived at the spot of the party it was in a field with a barn and I help set up since I was early like always because that's my personality. The person who organized the party was a girl named Liz she's a rich white girl I was friends with and we even had sex a few times but now we try to avoid each other. I saw Liz walk Into the barn. " Am I being good?" she whimpered."No, you're being very bad. You are acting like a little slut. I ought to spank you." I'll be good," she whined, grabbing at my still-throbbing prick. "Just fuck me and I'll show you how good I can be." That does it!!" I snarled. "Turn over!" Noooo, Daddy!" she cried, tears leaking down her cheeks. "I'll behave!" DO IT!!" I snapped, and I roughly pulled her into an all-fours pose. I grabbed her hips and looked down at the inviting globes of her ass. . The corsets supported their breasts like they were being offered to whomever chose to gaze upon them and as they walked, they jiggled. threatening to pop out. The skirts I chose were meant to mirror my chaps. So, they hugged their thighs and just above their knees split in front and back, creating the illusion of chaps. Finally, both wore the matching high heels that Cassandra informed me were correctly referred to as stilettos. I didn't ask what the difference was, though I was sure I would.