She is from money and the place is pretty far off everyone's radar." Gonna be kind of like that mob convention in the New York mountains back in the f...fties. They took their convention there because nobody was supposed to notice, but they had an informer there as well. The FBI took photos of them all. It was a bonanza of information." But you said it was a girlie party," I commented."Yeah, that part we haven't worked out yet." Maybe it's just a bunch of horny Russians who want to see a girlie. They had managed to get the bulls head between the tines and he couldn't get out because of his horns. BB figured that if similar setups worked for dairy cows, it should work for the big bull. The 3000+ pound bull was bellowing, and had his feet planted as BB pulled the beast toward the pen with the fork lift. The engine of the fork lift would howl in protest every time the drive wheels hit a slick spot. Those were the times the balance of power between beast and machine would shift to the bull. (I’m a graphic artist) Oh, my penis, it’s a nice 7” but I prize the 7” girth. Thick and heavy. Sam feared it it would tear her pussy or mouth and never took it in too far.Our relationship was fine. We lived together with three others in an old house on the outskirts of the city. The kind of house drug dealers and college hippies live in. Sam went to school and I worked. We had plenty of fun together but there were plenty of problems too. Sam was an uncontrollable college punk and I was a. " But please" I pleaded softly "don't throw me out, I, I'll try harder Ireally will, please." How hard?" her voice was hard as she looked sharply at me."Anything, anything," I pleaded. "I'll do anything."She stayed quiet for a moment as I carried on pleading, then, "Do youagree you are effectively our maid?" Her question was direct, aggressiveand loud."I, I spose so," I mumbled."Hmmm, well it could possibly help if you were dressed as a maid youknow."I stared at her, a mix of feelings inside.