My bag was packed, my car fueled up, and a little bundle of surprises was tucked away in a small duffel. I was on the road for Manning’s ranch and t...o nights of fucking domination or was that fucking and domination. Either way I could not wait. When I pulled up at Manning’s ranch, I understood what he meant by secluded. There were no visible houses, no nosey neighbors, and best of all no one to hear our moans of ecstasy. When I stepped out of the car, I felt Manning’s stare before I saw him,. Her face would have been flawless and intimidating, if not for the distraught expression. Her concern was obvious: her dry lips pouted, and her eyes were dreary. Her nose was red. She looked indignant standing there without any purpose. He almost pitied her, but sniffed at his own silly compassion. He stepped off the bike, put it on its stand and leaned over the leather seat. Time passed, but she didn’t move so he spoke to her in a friendly tone, ‘Can I help you find something?’ She glanced. TERRY: I would love to pump that sweet ass of hers and make her squeal with pain, (referring to my daughter)WILLY: yeah! I’d like to tie her up and pound her juicy shaven cunt, TERRY: yeah! or make her suck my cock,WILLY: or better still, make her give me a titty wank,They laughed as they continued making hand gestures indicating my daughters breasts, or slapping motions, as if they were riding her from behind, this was seriously turning me on, Just then I heard one of them say, “ let’s go down. Anita, I would cum so hard if you let me do this."She really giggled at this, especially hearing Billy talk about coming, and hard. "I see why you got me undressed." She thought, thought hard with her hands at her hips, sizing him up. "I don't know, Billy" she teased; he sensed she was warming up to the idea, strange as it was. "Billy, can I ask how much you were planning to help me? I know I shouldn't ask..." He told her. Anita's eyes grew as large as he'd ever seen. "That much? Oh, Billy.