And you step forward. Out of reach.Sweet, delicious torture.I watch your black stocking-clad legs, still accentuated by your high heels, spread to eit...er side of the table. You have calculated well. Your feet plant solidly on the floor on opposing sides of the table. Yet it is narrow enough for you to comfortably straddle.You plant the thick cock in the middle of the smooth surface, pressing the suction cup down. The toy – still wet with your saliva – isn’t going anywhere.Your hips rise up over. Suddenly I heard Ada speak to a horse as she led him onto the barn floor. I thought, damn, I hope she doesn't speak to me. Then, "Buck, Goddamn you, get out of that haymow. This is the last time I'm going to put up with you. Get your duffel packed and get the hell out of here. You're fired. When I need you the most you're off in town drunk. The broncs got out and I had to look all over hell to find them. Curt will have to pay you when he gets home. Now git!"I heard some mumbling and then. I folded it up again and put it on Jenn's bed. Ireached in again and pulled out a blue dress. It was an evening dress,with a long wavy skirt. I folded that one as well and put it with thegreen one. The next one I picked out stunned me. It was the gown from mysister's sixteenth birthday party. It was silk, floor-length, with thinstraps and a low neckline. It was a nice, warm pink colour. I laid thedress on the bed without folding it. I then got a strange feelinginside, and I tried to shake it. ..??And I’m telling you... hey, Ron, you got a ruler on your backpack??My silent protests began earnestly once more, kicking right and left. No fucking way was some small punk touching my dick, no way in hell. My left foot connected with someone’s leg.?Bastard...! Grab him, Jakob!?Between the two of them they grabbed my legs, but in-between my struggles I couldn’t help but notice the name he called. Jakob? I didn’t know anyone else in town with that name other than my kid neighbor, and though I.