"Thank you so much, sir," she smiled."Now, I want you to tell me with your own words what you are, what you want to be, and what you want to do right ...ow, and not just with a few words, put your heart into it," he said."Yes, sir. I'm... I'm a slutty city girl, but I want to be turned into an obedient farm whore. I want to be a good whore for you, sir, I want to serve you and your big cock in any way you want me to. I want to be a whore for all the men on this farm, if that's what you want me to. He exited the shower, threw on the hotel-provided dressing gown and grabbed the bottle of Scotch. The hotel hadn't provided any glasses, but they had provided a cheap cup and saucer so he could enjoy his complimentary tea and coffee. There was something funny about drinking alcohol out of a cup, so much that it made John laugh aloud. 'At least I've retained my sense of humour,' he thought to himself. He grabbed the cup and filled it with alcohol, knocking it back in one. He did so again, and. I then squeezed my semi hard cock into the small nude color thong. I could feel the back of the thong wedge between my ass cheeks. I then walked out to the living room. Lacey saw me first. Her eyes got big. She nudged Ms. Baines on her right arm. Ms. Baines turned her head. Both girls mouth fell open as I plugged in the vacuum cleaner. I started in the hallway. I then quickly did the back rooms. I watched as Lacey and Ms. Baines followed me around. I finished in the living room. Both hot plus. ” Without any prompt she fingered the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and dropped them to the floor. “I suppose you want them down,” she snorted. I was stunned, I felt sorry for the girl and was going to spare her that humiliation, a tiny pink lace thong protected her modesty and I found myself staring at the triangle of satin. “Okay, I get it,” she groaned and pulled the little panties down, twanging them around her knees. I hadn’t expected that! A tiny patch of wispy golden fur nestled.