Everything up here was part of the estate when we bought the place." Didn't you tell me there was something strange about the previous owner?" asked C...thy."Well sort of. The real estate agent told us about him when we bought the ranch. His name was Elias Young. He was originally from Utah, his family was one of the original Mormons. He had eleven wives, but when Utah joined the union and the church forbid polygamy, he broke with the church because he was unwilling to give up all his wives. He. “Are you ready?” Claire whispered. “Do it Claire,” Belinda ordered. “Do it to me now, and don’t stop, even if I beg you.” Claire raised her hand and let it fall across Belinda’s smooth thighs with a sharp smack. She surprised herself at her own cruelty and the pleasure and power that it immediately inspired within her. Belinda moaned and then thrust her backside higher ready for the next blow. Claire slapped her again, more firmly this time, and Belinda began to whimper and moan. She. Both hands holding onto his hips as I thrusted. My body slamming into his ass from behind. "Fuck me.. come on! Is that it?" he asked. I grabbed him by his shoulders and started thrusting as hard as I could. "Yes! yes! fuck me like that! come on!" he was talking so much I had to let him have it. It didn't matter that I was fucking his ass, I was going to fuck it like a pussy. I pulled out as he looked back surprised. I flipped him over onto his back and had his legs wide open as I got on top of. I felt my pulse quicken and closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself down while pushing the negativity from my mind. I regained my composure and pulled the black Jeep back onto the road and turned down the driveway. I estimated the dirt road to be at least a half a mile long, and as I drove further into the property, I saw fields of grain on both sides, spotted with horses and men riding tractors, none were him. I reached the end of the drive and a two-story farm-house popped into view.