Something reminded him of his sissy slut. I'd like to think it was a instagram booty, seeing a smooth bitch in a thong and high heels, or just the sce...t of lavender. But he messaged me. 'Slut?'I replied immediately, 'Yes, Daddy'.'Did you get the micro skirt I sent you?'Yes, Daddy! Thank you so much! It's so, so skimpy'...'Good, it was made for whores. I'm on my way to you, put it on, so I can take it off'.'Now?'Now, bitch. Snap to it'. I replied, ' Yes, Sir!' and jumped up. My heart was racing.. Anderson rarely visited the barn, and when he did they always saw or heard his car coming soon enough to get everything in order before he entered. They did groom the animals, and did the other necessary chores, and things would have kept going along the in the same manner if they hadn't gotten careless.But one day after school hours a group did get careless. Cliff Anderson saw the four cars parked near the barn and was pleased that the students were interested enough in the project to visit. . they tell me ... uhnng ... no, c-can't tell you that..."Jason thrust two fingers hard and fast into her tight cunt as his tongue flicked the shaft of her clit. A protest died on her lips as her hips bucked. She placed a shaking hand to the back of his head and tried to push his face to her pussy, but he resisted and it fell away."Tell me if you want to cum," said Jason out of the corner of his mouth."Uhng! ... you can't ... uhnng! ... I don't..."Jason held the statement in his mind as gospel. It was our backing track, I reckon we fucked every which way for an hour until we were both going mad with arousal. We were alternating vaginal and anal now. It was mad. Her cunt had become really swollen, the lips were really fat. Finally we allowed a manic orgasm to wash over us like a tsunami.We lay there breathing hard, wasted. My cock as still hard though and she said "Dirty bastard, I love that". She laughed. "I chose well tonight " she said. I laughed - I thought it was that had chosen.