" It was fun; most of the guys would pull me down on their laps and put their arms around me feeling my boobs and my legs. A few guys even rubbed my p...ssy for me. They were all friendly. The more they touched me and the more hard-ons I felt pressed against me the greater my arousal. It was like I was just a stroke or two from cumming, but I wouldn't let myself.One of the girls came up, pulled me to her, put her hand on my breast and kissed me hard on the mouth. That got a huge roar from the. " I'm fine now — I think. If not, I'll be fine by the time they get here. Why a woman, cowboy?" Why not?" he said."She'll be sharing the bunkhouse with the other stable hands, men probably," Carol said.Joe grinned. "So?"Carol laughed. "If mixing genders in the bunkhouse doesn't bother you, I won't let it bother me. Besides being homeless and a drunk, what are her qualifications?" She likes horses," Joe said."Well, hell, what else could we possibly ask for?" Carol said with more than a touch of. "I'd actually like to see what the house slaves do but Nurse won't let me do any physical work yet. Can I spend a day observing them when I'm a guest?" Get Sapphire to arrange it," he replied and then went on, "And seeing you are still a slave, report to my room tonight. It's time you had a prick in you again." My face must have shown my horror at the thought for her went on, "I'll try not to open your wounds. Join me for dinner at 6:30."I knew he had a private dining room but rarely dined. He deserved that much. ‘I like the pearly color,’ she said as she stepped out of the restaurant. ‘It’s called silver blonde,’ he said. ‘My Ferrari’s red. I think an Aston Martin should look more elegant.’ ‘This is an Aston Martin?’ ‘Virage. Twelve cylinder coupe. It’s got forty eight–‘ He interrupted himself and laughed. ‘You don’t want to hear all engineering specs, do you?’ ‘I want to ride up to your beach house,’ she said, wrapping her hands around his upper arm and brushing her head against.