Ingersoll at the livery was a wily character. He knew horseflesh and exactly how much he could get for a horse. But he had a reputation for good stock...“I need a horse and saddle,” I said when we walked into the stable.“Good day to you, Miss Lewis. A horse, you say?” he was quickly contemplating how much he could earn from us. “Well now, I’ve a nice gentle nag that I could part with, I suppose. Let me see.” I felt Miranda breathe a sigh of relief at the words ‘gentle nag.’“That won’t do. I need. "Oh, my God!" the suction was amazing, she pulled and tugged with her course tounge. The tounge itself moved in ways i had never felt, she moved her jaw up and down. Droping my cock and then picking it back up again. I soon began to buck and I shot my hot, creamy load on to her tounge, she didnt stop, and it was I who had to back up to stop the action. Back at the farm I went down to see the pigs. My cock was a little sore from the best blow job I had ever had, but none the less. I checked on. I turned around, finished taking off my shirt, and let the guys finish taking off my pants. I didn’t even care that my 7” hard cock was about half the size of these guys’ dicks. I just kicked off my pants and got back on my knees and started sucking each dick one at a time. Those guys who I wasn’t sucking were rubbing my nipples, stroking my dick, or rubbing my ass. A couple of guys mentioned how smooth my ass was and that it was just right for fucking. I looked up and said if they could get. Well, well, he said, sounding pleased. I knew you were going to be good. It didnt take much, last night, to have you react. I knew youd be sensitive, but I didnt know youd be submissive. Hannah kept her eyes closed and stayed silent. Hearing him talk about last night made her stomach turn, and even worse was the shame in knowing that he was right. She was submissive. She always had been submissive. If this had been her choice, her decision, she would have loved every second of being pinned down.