That young stud of Little Eli’s they call, Cheyenne, dusted them Kentucky race horses’ asses good, I’m here to tell you! When that man left here... Little Eli had done charged him a thousand dollars to stick a couple of mares of his that was horsin’ and made arrangements for him to come back down to Tulsa in the coming years to breed some more of his young mares.”“He didn’t tell me about that. I reckon Cheyenne ought to get a stud fee that high, he’s the fastest damned horse I ever saw,” Eli told. "Dan left the room and Jenny quickly peeled off her thin blouse. She decided to take off her bra as well and pulled on a warm long sleeve t-shirt. She looked at her self in Dan's dresser mirror and decided she didn't look too obscene. Her breasts, though large, were still pretty firm and her nipples were barely visible beneath the fabric of the shirt. Then she took off her jeans and pulled on a pair of warm sweatpants. She looked pretty cute, she thought, just like college coed. Giving herself. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought so because a guy tried to pick her up and she subtly declined. I thought that was the end of it, but the guy kept trying his luck. He got drunker and her refusals got less and less polite. After the game, I saw her leaving and then saw him and his buddies leaving at the same time. I followed them out in the parking lot and saw what I expected to see. Only he made a big mistake.He grabbed her arm and she shook it off. He went to grab her again saying. He felt something around his neck as well, not tight, but definitely noticeable, it felt like soft leather: the collar. Desdemona stood nearby, leaning against the wall and watching him, she could tell by his breathing that he had fully woken up. She stood still as to make no sound, wanting him to be as disoriented as possible, she would’ve liked to add earplugs to the ensemble but wanted him to hear her voice, so he could hear her commands and taunts, so he wouldn’t forget who was in.