How hot and bedeviled her poor slaves got by an empty promise to her hot lusty cove. I know her almost from her debute, when she still pretended to be...eightteen already.I know a jealous 'friend' did it. She had far too many of them. Hooked she's simply! I know a lot about her, as she was still sometimes honest before getting eightteen.I know her mental problems after she almost drowned in a cold lake, as a young teen.She often changed her behaviour to me, while I kept my identity: open, honest. Tom backed the truck to the garage door, leaving just enough room to open the truck and garage doors.Locking the truck and garage, Mum had drinks available. Dad asked “Well what is today’s priority?” I mentioned the shed. Just to get Tom and Pam away from the garage.We all went to the back yard and opened the shed. It was almost like Bridget room, Clean, tidy, infact the only dirt was general dust. It looked too good. Tom looked around and explained “These tool have never been used, This looks. Did I want that too? I didn't think so, but that was the deal, according to Lana. Going to bed with her meant going to bed with her husband too, and-- what? Sucking his cock? Letting him fuck me in the ass, for crying out loud? No fucking way. I wanted to get laid by Lana, but I wasn't willing to do all that. No way.But then I thought of Lana, of that voluptuous, overabundant roundness, of those massive white breasts rolling back and forth under that white chiffon negligee, of her thick meaty. Finally though, brute strength and rope won out over hooves and bellowing, and we got our newly gelded males out to pasture with the young females. We kept them harnessed all spring and summer long, and trained them to be led to water and to food. It was a long time working out, but it did. Also, we had to de-horn them, both male and female before the summer ended, but it didn't prove to be as big a cluster-fuck as the gelding had been. We'd learned by that time to use a cattle press to hold.