We went into the barn and I patted his head. He certainly knew what that meant and began to lick my soaked pussy. I was eager to have him mount me and...I dropped to my knees. He did try to mount me but his trusts were nowhere near my pussy. Claire moved in and guided his cock to where it was supposed to go. The minute he felt his cock entering me he took charge. And, wow, did he. I could see he was powerful but he exceeded my expectation. He ravaged me, growling and grunting as he thumped into. He didn't give me any possibility of hiding my modesty so I just unbuckled my belt and popped the waist button, unzipping them and pulling them down to my knees. The old man's eyes were on stalks as he ogled the tiny vee of pink material that formed the front of my panties, barely covering my Brazilian ‘landing strip’. I turned to bend over for him.‘No you don't, young lady. Take them down,’ he ordered gruffly, looking directly at my thong. ‘But Sir,’ I pleaded, ‘they don't cover any of my. I slide down, kneel at your feet, and place my head on your lap as you kiss me lightly, and stroke my long black hair... comforting me.It is the best feeling in the world, to have you punish me, and love me.-----As I stood there, arms pulled above me, tied to the rope and hanging from the beam in the garage, I felt the familiar exposure of helplessness. With it, I felt the nervousness, the anticipation of what would come next. Being open to you, at your whim, made me lose myself...I. Municipal buildings andthe downtown area, what there was of it, circled the hillock and quicklygave way to wide, paved streets with lush manicured lawns, planted shadetrees, and McMansions set back from the kerb.Everything looked clean, bright, and new; from the shiny late model carsin the driveways, to the well-dressed and well-behaved kids playing inthe yards. There was no trash, no graffiti, the air was cool and freshand the sun was shining. Mila couldn't help but smile. She was.