“Yeah, I picked Margarite up from an old Indian horse trainer in Nevada. She was trained up as a cutting horse. She’s about the best I seen around...cattle.” I wanted to get a better feel for the area, so I changed the subject. “How do you like living way up here in the middle of nowhere.”“Better than the big city. Everyone hereabouts knows each other. Not much trouble to speak of, except for drunk tourists. Just a typical small town. I should warn you, though. The gossip mill has already gotten. He'd obviously been listening for quite a while, playing possum while the other men talked."Mr. Randolph, welcome back," Kelly greeted. "No, you're going to give us Project Hestia because you want to." Well, we don't want to," Corey snapped."Not yet, anyway," Kelly said, his eyes glinting evilly. "But I give you my personal guarantee. Before you walk through that door, you're going to sign over Project Hestia's research to this company."He turned to go. "I would advise you all to get some. She could feel her friend's tongue scooping out all of Eric's salty splooge as she swallowed each drop like it was desirable nectar."Yeah baby, lick my boyfriend's cum out of my pussy you little cumslut." And Sara moaned loudly at being called that—a cumslut—that was fucking hot. The licking became more urgent—more desperate. Kristy grinded her hips roughly down on her face as she brought a finger down behind her body to play with her own ass. This was something she did sometimes when she was. What should I wear, I thought as I entered my room? I picked out my white dress, which had a multicoloured paint splattered pattern on it, fastened with press studs up the front and came down to a point just above my knees. I rarely wear a bra, so didn’t even consider picking one out but wearing a white dress, it meant that either my undies had to be small and light coloured or I should consider not wearing any. Eventually, I decided on a white thong, which tied nicely on my hips with little.