Once outside I walked her to my car, opened it and leaned in and grabbed a joint. “Even though you invited me I’ll be a gentleman and provide the ...ntertainment.” I lit it and passed it to her. As we get a buzz on we talk, smile and flirt. I find out her name is Tammy, she just turned 19 a few weeks ago and lives in Little Rock. Her and her friend Becky came to Dallas for a fun late birthday celebration. As we finished the joint she tells me a guy Becky had been talking to asked if they wanted. “Just as soon as I have prepared you to receive it” I smiled in reply, moving my hands down to her pussy once again to open those wonderful lips. This time my fingers separated her slick folds freely, a single finger gently entering her to the first knuckle with ease. “You have a beautiful pussy Heather” I added, “one that I plan to enjoy to the fullest.”“Thank you kind sir “ she beamed back “Oh yes please more of that to start with.” While she spoke I had turned my finger inside her to stroke. Trevor had gone down to the horse barn to call the horses in so they all could go for an afternoon ride: two Arabian studs for Becky and he, an Arabian mare and two Paint geldings. Becky and the girls had stayed behind to change and get beer for the ride. Becky had come to a conclusion that she needed help to keep from what she feared of Trevor further withdrawing into himself and/or have an actual breakdown due to what she knew as years of an acute case of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. In. I decided to test her obedience at once. “Clare.” She looked up at me. “Go to the rest room and remove you panties, bring them back to me in plain sight in your hand,” I instructed. I enjoyed the look of panic that crossed her face as she looked around, and then the look of resolve that settled on her prettily smiling face. She dipped her head in obeisance, “Yes Master.” She stood and walked off to the restrooms, her hips moving seductively. In truth, it was not such a big deal, as there were.