Ive never done this, and I certainly wont start with it now. This is where I draw the line. Come on, the voice said harshly, interrupting my thoughts ...s if she had read them. You know you want to, your little asshole is already itching for it, and just thinking about it makes your pussy juices run down your legs. Fuck, I thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, yes! I did want to do that! Why did I suddenly want to do that? Where are these feelings coming from? What was going on with me? Almost. I thought the goats would’ve been enough. Wrong. We’ve got chickens. Fresh eggs are nice. I suggested that we incorporate a spare rooster into our diet and I was informed that his name was ‘Little Charlie’ because the flock’s big rooster is named Charlie. Where’s we get a second rooster? Somebody in town thought that raising chickens was a bright idea until the city fathers pointed out a livestock ordinance. We adopted the flock.I guess I’ll give the spare rooster to Bill. Lena doesn’t ask. "Oh, baby, I want that cock in this tight pussy, so bad, I'd beg for it!" she said, rocking her hips back and forth, almost unable to contain herself. "FUck me like you mean it, baby! FUCK ME!" she screamed.He chuckled and gripped her shorts, ripping them off of her. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, rubbing his rock-hard cock the whole time. While he was preparing, Cheyenne's hand went to her clit and began rubbing it. She moaned and got rougher with that pink clit. She. .. a whore!" he spat. The words stung more than her ears, sluicing through the fogged stoniness of her brain. A whore. It's true, she'd been hired to be a prostitute. All that jive about speaking French and Spanish... all of it was a set up.She tried to struggle away, but his hand lashed out at her shoulder; she snapped away just as his finger snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were paper. The garment fell away in tow tattered halves, exposing the white.