He was dressed in cowboy boots, Levis, a blue checked work shirt, and black cowboy hat. If you slapped a gun belt around his waist, he'd look at home ...n a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood western."Michelle?" he asked. When she nodded her head, he wrapped his arms around her, scooped her off the floor and spun around."I'm so happy you've finally arrived in Amarillo. My dogs are waiting to put their cocks up your ass and pussy as soon as we arrive at the ranch," he whispered in her ear."I can't wait. I ride my bicycle, most of the time with Jane, but she doesn’t always go along for the distance rides I participate in. I have a good job, but don’t see retirement in my future; I actually enjoy working, and do so at least five days a week, ride some evenings and certainly twenty to thirty miles most every Saturday. I have been blessed by God, and still maintain good physical health and manage to satisfy Jane’s sexual needs several times a week, as she does mine. When I arrived home. I was thinking about making him your co-owner.”“Wow!” gasped Heather. “Wouldn’t that make me a slave all the time?”“Isn’t that what you wanted?”“Well, I thought that’s what I wanted,” replied Heather. “But now I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. I’m not sure it would be good to change my relationship with him.”“Maybe not,” agreed Jane. “How about this? We, or rather you, tell him that I have taken ownership of you and that you didn’t want your relationship with him to be affected or changed in. The giggles turned to a collective cheer when they saw her and, more importantly, the bottle she was holding. “Oooh,” went the cheer, “Champagne.” Simone decided to keep the secret it wasn’t actually Champagne but rather a bottle of Prosecco, “no point in wasting good money,” was her thinking as she joined the throng in the kitchen. She quickly noted with silent approval that Ian had followed her instructions to the letter and set about opening the bottle. More cheers and squeals from the.