She was pretty confident about it.She rushed into the living room, crossed her sitting area and turned for a second to tell the men to wait for a mome...t in the living room.That second did cost her so huge which she realized much later. The moment she turned, she missed the coffee table and since she was rushing, she hit the chair, lost her balance and hit her head to the side of the coffee table.Urvashi woke up with the sound of drilling and chatter of men. Suddenly everything replayed in her. Jenna was the star of the show when I made it to their place, what with her black hair, blue eyes, and her goodly portion of titties to top of her spectacular ass. Her new stepmother was a caution too though. She was about Jenna's height and appeared to be only a year or two older than Jenna. She had an equal allotment of titty and there was nothing wrong with her ass either.We had a wonderful meal but I had trouble paying it proper attention with my dick throbbing so. After we'd eaten Sam. They could all be cows, and they’d all be as happy as me.“All right,” he said. “One last test. You’ve passed all my tests so far. There’s just one more. You ready? Here. You pass this last test, you get a reward.”He reached into the plastic grocery bag and pulled something out. A collar. A neon pink nylon dog collar, clearly large enough for me.“I hate pink,” I said. “You know I hate pink.”“Yeah, but cows love pink. Right? What are you?”“Well . . . I’m a cow . . . .”“Right. And, cows like pink.. ““Underfucking statement of the year,” Morales muttered as he yanked on his own fatigues, only to notice Selina’s sleeping bag over by the chickens with not much more than her nose sticking out of the bag. “Did she...”“Shhhh. Let her sleep.”“Oh, yeah. Forgot. Shit, I’m hungry, but I’ve gotta piss like a Russian race horse,” he said more quietly.“Do they have to pee worse than other horses?” Jasmine asked with a giggle as she hurriedly laced her boots.“Damned if I know, but I’m beginning to.