“I'm a carpenter and I can see how much work was involved.”I took a sip of my bourbon and watched Carla sniff before bringing the glass to her lip.... She wasn't used to drinking hard liquor though I knew she liked beer.Mosa sat next to Anna, but she was drinking water. I saw how she looked at me as if she knew what was on my mind.I wasn't sure what to say about getting the trailer, but tried to form the sentence in my head while Anna spoke. I was glad Carla was paying attention to what Anna was. So over the next months she made soure to tease him with her body and and mind and slowly make him ready for what's to come by making him a dribbling idiot who would do anything to get to cum. And every time she fucked his lose and huge arse she would tell him to think about a horse fucking it about being taken up the arse by a stallion and having his cave of a arse filled by hot horse spunk for her every time he would cum in seconds and wish for it to happen . After meny months of this she. " I am so happy for him. It's so much easier when they are willing. Youcan't imagine the screaming I've had to listen to from the ones thattry to fight their destiny." Does that situation happen often?" Often enough- especially the little juvenile delinquents. The motheror other responsible adult eventually decides enough is enough, andsoon, they are here being fitted with panties and being laced into apretty little corset. I have to admit I do enjoy that part of my work." Really?" Wilma. Little licks, just to tease. Kisses all around with gentle sucking like giving a hicky. With my right hand I reach around her raised thigh and hold her down. She moans lightly. I hold her back with my left hand, reaching over her leg, to keep her right on the edge of the table. Kissing, licking, I begin to focus on her pleasure now. I love her taste. Like a fingerprint, it is unique. Twirling, proding, teasing, my tongue is dancing on her. She is in another place now. Distant, feeling only.