She got into the front seat, not worried about anyone who may have seen her, and started up the car. She handed the bag to me, and I pulled out a coll...r from the side pocket. The collar was a bright pink, leather collar, with the words SLUT written in big, jewelled letters on the front. My mom took the collar, put it on her neck, and then popped the car into drive, and started driving down. Midway to our destination, which was a tiny town we frequented, we stopped by a gas station we generally. And I help you guys every chance I get," she said, taking the freshly made jug of tea out of the refrigerator where she had put it to cool."Look, don't get your panties in a wad. I know you help us when you don't have to. And why don't you get Jackson to fix that damn air conditioner? That son-of-a-bitch drives a new BMW; he can afford a few hundred bucks to fix your air. I don't see how you stand it in there." That's what my foreman is for. I've bitched at him twice about it. He said that he. For someone who didn’t know shit about farming, he knew more than the college kid who he just slapped back. When he could gain some of his composure back, he stepped out into the light. ‘Mornin boss,’ John greeted him, ‘so tell me, how much of this feed has the Professor and Maryanne over here, ruined?’ John was irritated, but saw the mirth in Manuel’s eyes. ‘About twenty tons give or take.’ Manuel looked at John with new eyes. ‘You’re lucky he don’t take it out of your pay.’ He held up his. It was time."I haven't cum yet, you red haired slut." He told her as her blue eyes widened. It was true. He had yet to release himself. He pushed her back on her back as he began slowly pushing in deeper, her whimpers of pleasure filling the air."I'm sure you know by now that I'm not leaving your home until i know you're carrying my brat inside you. I chose this day specifically. I'm sure you're at your most fertile right now and I'm going to put a bastard in your belly, you little Fish slut..