The gentle wind felt refreshing against my sweaty, dusty face. When we got back to the stables, I was a little surprised to see Jacob in his truck bac...ing out of his make-shift parking space in the dirt. "Miss Tamara," Jacob rolled his window down as I hopped off of Buck and held his reigns in my hand. "You're the last rider out, and I need to leave early to pick up my son from the airport -- he's coming for the holiday weekend. You gonna be okay here alone?" His genuine concern touched my. He said. "Yes"! I yelled as I came. He continued rubbing my ass and playing with my clit as he slowly entered one finger in my ass. There was so much lubrication between the lube and my cum it slid in pretty easily. He started pumping his fingers in and out of my ass, getting my ass looser. "Do you like when I finger your ass slut"? He asked me. "Yes" I said. "Yes what slut"? He asked. "I like when you finger my ass". I said. "That's my good little slut". He said. He slowly worked three fingers. We hid behind a dumpster in the alley and I got down on my knees. "We are going to glaze you like a donut." They both dropped their pants and took out their swelling members. While jacking one of the guys off, I took the other ones dick in my mouth and started sucking. I licked at his cockhead, up and down the shaft and at his balls before putting it back into my mouth. After a while I switched cocks and sucked at the other one which was a bit longer. I tried to deep throat him and after a few. .. It is impossible to describe what it feels to gently, firmly, gently work the lotion into my pores. I take my time. There is no rush, paying particular attention to my elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. Soft... Men love the softness of these areas, for it is all they ever get to see or touch.A "tease" you say? No... And, yes... A huntress. My prey? The perfect man, perfectly Man, so very perfectly manly. He is an elusive prey, and he needs to be coaxed into the open. My bait? Well, She, of.