Refusing to meet any of their gazes she entered Diesel’s stall and put his halter on. Leaving the stall she went into the tack room and gathered Die...el’s bucket of brushes. Setting the brushes down next to a pair of cross-ties Leanna led Diesel out of his stall. She put him on the cross-ties and grabbed a curry-comb. She started currying his neck, clearing his body of the mud that he had found in his field. With all the dirt dislodged she brushed him off and picked his feet, then went back into. Oh, hey Sarah! I wasnt sure if youd make it! Of course I came. Who could turn down a free meal cooked by a friend, right? Heh, yeah, I hope you like it. It should only be about another hour. I dont know, like, anyone else here. These are all buddies of mine that I met online. We all meet up like this every Tuesday. I thought this would be a good chance for you to meet them. You can trust them as much as you can trust me, so dont be shy. Okay. I guess Ill go introduce myself. Dinner smells. I sat on the edge of the desk directly in front of her, and wiped her tears. She calmed down enough to tell me her name was Dawn and that she was willing to do ‘anything I wanted’ if I wouldn’t press charges. She said she would work for free for a month, or she would clean the store if I needed, anything as long as I kept her ass out of jail. Her parents would take her car away and ground her until she graduated if they ever found out. I pretended to mull it over in my mind and hummed and. Three, Betsy Smith, Cheryl Thompson, and Rebecca Simpson, took it particularly hard and dropped out of the college that we mutually attended. I heard through the g****vine that Betsy may have attempted suicide. I thought that maybe I was incapable of emotional attachment because I didn't really feel too bad for any of them - I was just using their pussies.How do I get away with it? Because I won the gene lottery (I'm good looking and have a significantly longer and thicker dick than average).