“I don’t know what to do,” Dakota said.“I’ll show you first,” her sister said as she stood on the mattress and squatted herself onto me. S...e rode me a few strokes and rubbed herself until she came again. I was careful not to cum so I could stay hard. Lindsey pulled off me and climbed down.“Now you,” she helped Dakota stand over me and lower herself on me. Lindsey guided my dick into Dakota’s little slit where it stopped about an inch in. Dakota gave a little whimper as her hymen was. Mandy Dawson would forever be known as “Milk Cow # 163478”. She let her tail fall from her hand as she rotated the belled collar to read the black etching in the thick 2-inch leather collar. She then lifted the RF ID tag form under her pretty brown locks of hair and read the numbers reflected in the mirror. There was no denying it, the branding in her ass, the tag in her ear, and the collar around her neck all matched. She would forever be Heifer Number 163478. It was then that she recalled the. They had the little “P” down in the corner and not the symbol for the San Francisco mint. I tried to remember if the San Francisco mint was even open yet but my wandering mind was unable to pinpoint the details. In any event, I was not the sort of person to be interested in such details because I was not the collecting type.The name on the station platform for the Great Pacific Northwest Railroad office said, “Jefferson Davis Station – Rocky Mountain Terminal”I was somewhat perplexed wondering. I ask her again if she is sure about pain and I just ran my finger to her face and adjust her hair. She replied “no, it’s not paining too much but its pain a little”. I immediately came forward with this opportunity and ask her if I massage her I got a good firm hand I you need. She said you naughty boy with a smile but I keep insisting saying that if you don’t take care of it pain can increase so she agreed and told me to come in her room. She was wearing tight blue salwar and white lehnga at.