It seemed to me that if they were interested in promoting my servicing human females it might be construed as prostitution. How was that legal? Four l...gged farm animals and human females were not supposed to share sex either. But the whole idea of my enslavement as their livestock was just plain strange and I really only wanted to fuck the sisters and not anyone else in particular. If I was just left to do that I’d never complain about the branding I had to endure or the tattoo either. And on. March 16th 1995, 8:15 PM MT; Mile 1095; 5 miles east of Winter Park, COThey left even later than planned, at about 5:45, and the going had been slow and tiresome. They were now nine hours and fifteen minutes late. Given the fact that the train was not going to make its normal speed through the mountains to Salt Lake City, and the complete lack of priority Southern Pacific were giving the train, they didn’t expect to get into Salt Lake City until about noon tomorrow- a little more than 12 hours. I liked to sit under the table and play. I realized the were both without shoes as we seldom would ware shoes in the house. I was siting with moms feet between my legs and for what ever reason I was rubbing against her silky toes, now I was feeling something fantastic.So I took my dick out of my shorts and was rubbing on her stocking foot. I guess when she realized something was going on she looked down she smiled when she saw what I was doing. She told ella to look and when she did she said I. “Which way do want him to fuck you, Dimity?,” George mutters as she leans me against the wall and licks and kisses my erection so he is watching side on.“We have never had a cock as big as this, George, and I like it,” Dimity whispers.“Which way and how many ways do want him to fuck me while you watch, George?,” Dimity asks as she struts slowly around the room.“Does my ass look good when I strut like that?,” she asks with a big smile.“Yes, love it,” I smile back as we are interrupted by a knock.