An elderly farmer or rancher who was unable to tend properly to them anymore, or having too many horses, sheep or head of cattle on insufficient grazi...g land — or insufficient water. Sometimes, it's just plain pure neglect. In this case a 'weekend rancher' became too busy back in town and pretty much forgot about his herd. Several horses died, and Sue was too weak to stand. I was hoping the County would cut that bastards balls off, but he escaped with just a fine. Someday he'll have another. She would put nothing past that crazed and vicious pair and felt herself to be anything but out of the wood, just yet.The still shaky Veronica sat herself on the sofa and the old man settled himself into a comfortable armchair, smiling at her perspiring and travel stained body, with its grazed and weeping knee.Five minutes later, the woman and a couple of men came in."I think I put them onto a false scent, Sir! I told them she'd run straight through the house and over the wall of that disused. “Go clean yourself,” he said, handing me an enema bag.“From now on, you will clean yourself twice a day, morning and evening, understood”?I stood dumbfounded.“Understood?” he was more stern this time.“Yes.”“Yes?”“Yes, Sir.”Sir? Why did I call him Sir?“Look how big a sissy slut you are. Look at that big wet patch. Have you been leaking all through,” he said, pointing at the huge wet patch in front of my panty. I blushed in shame.“Go slut, clean yourself, and come back. I need to leave.”It didn’t. He step into the office and is met by a man who was watching the couple himself thru the window and has he turns Steve can clearly see the bulge in the mans pants. The man looks down and says couldn’t help it they were giving each other samples of oral before you drove up. Steve couldn’t believe it and looked out the window at the couple and said really? Then looking back at the male desk attendants bulge showing thru his pants figured it had to be true. The man says yes they were fooling.