He had shown me several pictures, like Gert she too long. He told me that Katya was a former model was in the former East Germany, and now coordinated...charitable projects of the German government in West Africa.Gert suggested that I would be his guest during the weekend at his home in Dusseldorf.I had no plans for the weekend I agreed. It was Friday afternoon when we drove to his house. He had already Katya know that I would be their guest on weekends.We stopped in front of his house, a. The 'scene' had been getting a little rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before long, I was going to have to start fighting back. “Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispense with the 'soft' stuff, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick” I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already hard dick with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and super. He still worked the ranch as it had been since his ancestors first did it. They rode horses wherever they had to go on the ranch. True, he had vehicles; but when driving a herd, you needed to do it from horseback.A couple years ago during a drought scare, John had decided to drill a new deep water well, not far from the house, to water the herd. He had been surprised to hit a natural gas pocket instead. He had had it capped off very quickly and called in a specialist in natural gas. He was told. He didn't want Heather to suffer another minute. As he moveddown the hallway and turned into their room, a surprise awaited him.There was Heather, waiting for him with her hands on her hips and asmile on her face. The fat, peach-toned monster length of Moby Dickhung from her thick, leather strap-on harness."Hey Pookie." Baby! I got the Tylenol" he said, holding up the bag."Oh, I found some in my purse. Remembered I had a backup right afteryou left." Her smile curled into a much more sinister.