I own this ranch and I’m a civilian,” Jim answered.“I was told that a Colonel Brightman lived here and owned this property,” the man said. “... assume that’s you.”“How can I help you? Are you lost?”“No. I think I can help you. May I come in?”“That depends. Please state your business,” Jim replied.The stranger backed up a step. Obviously he’d made another bad approach. He reached inside his suit jacket and withdrew an envelope. He held it out.“This is an offer for your property. My principals wish. “They belong to you.” “That’s right.” she said swating with her hand. “You’re such a good girl. My other pets weren’t as receptive as you are Foxx.” The madam went from pinching and twisting my clit, to rubbing my outer lips. She smashed her entire hand up against cunny as she massaged it. It was hard to breath. Then she stuck a her index finger inside. I gasped. Her nails scraped my insides a bit and it was an exhilarating rush. She was pistoning her finger in and out of my hole at fluxuating. I felt hot breath against the nape of my neck. The hands travelled upward, slipping between the tree and me, cupping my tits, squeezing them hard, pinching them and twisting my nipples as I struggled, frantic to escape. I felt weight against me, pushing me into the bark, and then it was gone. I heard the soft sound of a zipper’s teeth parting. And then, the hands again, once more on my hips, while something fleshy was pushed between my thighs. A cock. Stiff and hard and thick. I began to cry.. I started to roll away so I could get up, but a soft hand grabbed my arm as I tried to slip it away. ‘Hey, get back here.’ I rolled back in and put my arm around her again. ‘Thought you were asleep. I was going to make you some breakfast.’ ‘Not gonna watch me sleep?’ she rolled slightly and turned her head to give me a kiss. ‘Nah, I thought about it, but I figured you’d like breakfast better.’ ‘well… actually, yeah, you’re right. I choose breakfast. But we’re getting a shower first.’ ‘Sorry,.