I turn you around and push you against it, your body and your hard cock making prints against the cool glass. Grabbing your hands I place them flat ag...inst the glass above your head with one word, Stay. My dildo invades the space between your cheeks as I pull your head back with a handful of hair, kissing your neck as your head falls back against my shoulder. I run my hands all over your body, caressing and tweaking where and how I please. I can feel you still trembling…with my touch, the. I saw someone coming out of the old barn. What the hell! No one had lived there for ages! Sure, we used to have hunters coming around wanting to stay there, but after the first horse was shot, we put a quick stop to that. As I got closer I was really in a state of shock because the only times I had ever seen this man before was in pictures. Here was my great grandfather, who died in 1893. I called out as I walked up and he turned white as a ghost, obviously as shocked as me. ‘Clay? Clay? Is. Then he peed once more, rinsing a few bits of shit into my mouth. At least it helped wash the taste of shit down, if just a little.I dozed again after he left me in my misery. I awoke surprised that I could fall asleep flat on my back with a pipe jammed in my mouth. I dozed off and on during the night with the acrid taste of his shit in my mouth. Eventually, I was slept out. I lay awake for hours, not hearing a sound. Was it Monday morning now? Where was he? Oh, the boredom!_Ah, beautiful. ‘Oh just my luck,’ Sierra growled, walking to the isolated cabin. Her father’s car was parked under the trees and the kitchen/living room lights were on. Well her dirty grub daddy could take his slut to the bus station and return for a showdown with a hostile daughter, she thought darkly. She made lots of noise calling out ‘It’s only me’ to give them time to get their clothes on. Sierra walked in. Her father had files strewn over the table and was wearing his glasses – he hated wearing those.