She took hold of his arm.”Come here.” she ordered, and led him to the window. They stood just to the side, looking through the lace curtain. Jenny...was pruning some roses, her plump backside in view. “Are you seriously trying to tell me that you haven't dreamed about ..” she grabbed his hand and placed it on her left breast and squeezed it, so that his hand squeezed the breast....”doing this to her? Or this?” She pulled his hand down and pushed it up her skirt. He gasped. “Yes, I'm wearing. "Now those are some fine gates," Owen said at length. "They will need some maintenance and some paint, but it's nothing that I can't do," he finished in a professional voice."How do we get in?" I asked."Let's look at the lock mechanism," he suggested, and got out of the buggy and helped me down. We were approaching the gates when they suddenly unlocked and opened, all by themselves, startling both of us."That problem seems to be solved," he said, as we came even with the now open gates and. Suddenly she felt a vice like grip on her left wrist and her arm forced up behind her back painfully. She attempted to scream when cowboy clamped his right hand over her mouth effectively shutting her up. Fear gripped her body and she froze unable to move. He pressed her head into his shoulder and spoke directly into her ear.I am going to train you as my black slave bitch. Understand that I will punish you for disobedience or any attempt to run away from me. You are going to serve me any way. The dominant type; the kind that treated her like the slut she was, the kind that gave her the sex she wanted; rough and no holds (or holes) barred. Kayla had texted a few of the men that had sent her the straggling dick pics. One of them just so happened to own a dive bar in Sparta that the young lady was already more than familiar with. She arranged to meet the select few at the bar, told her parents she was studying at a friends' and headed out for the evening. Her sandals clapped against.