“That doesn’t sound proper, John,” Frances said. “Not at all chivalrous. I’m having second thoughts about this wedding if you are already ...eating my daughter. I do not want to see her sold into a life of misery at the hands of a beer-drinking, wife-beater.”I’d had one beer, just starting my second. Certainly not in the process of some out-of-control alcoholic binge. Excessive drinking is not one of my failings.“Hey now, that’s putting it a little strong.” I knew Frances was yanking my. I slowly stood up, hoping the mans conscience would save me. It didnt. I was slapped across the face. Hard. My cheek stung and I fell back down to my knees. I-Im sorry, apologized the man. But I cannot allow you to leave. Not until&hellip, He never finished his sentence. There was no need. We both knew what was about to happen, only now I no longer knew if the man truly believed in what he was doing. Unfortunately, it was clear he would not let that stop him. Grab it, instructed the man. This. ? A plug in the sleeve prevented her pussy tubefrom being filled with rubber, but her ass was soon covered in rubber. ??????????? Sarah wasthen rolled along on an overhead track to a baking room, where the rubber wouldbe hardened to her skin, making it permanent.?Sarah tried to plead for mercy, but the ranch hands and the owner hadheard it all a before, and Sarah knew she was going to be a rubber pony for therest of her life.??????????? Sarah wastaken out of the baking room after a few minutes,. It seemed to almost fall off of her, as though she was completely unused to clothes. “I don’t know. I’m just trying to get through another Tuesday!”“We like that.”And the girl made up her name there, writing Ruby Tuesday on the form. Then she turned, her dress swishing enough that I could almost see the cleft of her cheeks as they connected with her thigh. Timid and graceful all at once as she left for the fields, mercifully letting the door close behind her.At least she was crazy already. But.