“oh you bastard, hurt me, spank my tits”. This was a side of Karen I did not know. With one big whack she screamed in agony. Again and again Tom ...id as she asked till her tits were bright red. “cum on my tits,rub your spunk on these big puppies” Karen was wanking him now, hard and fast just the way I liked it. I could tell he was almost there. “suck it slut, im gonna cum” with that streams of spunk shot out over her tits and chin. “best face cream you can ever get!” Karen said as she massaged. All around Art drink wasbeing drunk. Little red cups littered the floors and surfaces, a parodyof an American college movie. Art began to squeeze his way past. He hadhad a few shots of his own at home but he needed alcohol, now. He wassure he could find someone to provide him with some.As he made his way through the crowd, dodging some, touching others quiteintentionally, he began to feel the eyes on him from all quarters. Therumours of a red haired girl who was willing to suck off any guy. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight pullover shirt that accentuated her nice firm tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't as built as Leeza, but she was more than ample. She was wearing a nice perfume,expensive I know, that I caught the scent of as she walked through the bunkhouse. She was a sophmore in college now, and didn't spend much time at the ranch any more. She was nineteen now and had had a crush on me since she was fifteen, when I first came to work for. I was a teenage girl once, and had to deal upon occasion with the careless words spread by some bragging little loudmouth. But this was too much. I suddenly realized that Tommy had me by the short hairs. This was no good. What kind of a vacation is it when you’ve violated the trust of the one person you care most about in the whole wide world, then have to worry about the adultery (let’s call a spade a spade) being talked about by some stuck up little rich kid who thinks women like to be raped?.