With my thumps in my waist, I slid down my jeans and thong together. I tiny string of my juices pulled out with my thong, causing me to involuntarily ...et out a small moan. I was so horny I just left them bunched around my ankles. My right hand traced its way from my thigh up to my stomach, then slowly down to my pubic area. Normally shaven, I had not gotten the chance to do any maintenance in five days, so my fingers scratched among a fair amount of stubble. Slowly, my middle finger laid itself. She smiled and I dropped my face back into her pussy.I slid my right hand into my panties as I began to lick her clit, rubbed my over my pussy it was soaking, I force a finger in and shivered, I pushed it in and out faster and harder. She started to pant exciting me; I penetrated her with my tongue and used my left hand on her swollen clit. I could feel her pussy pulsing, I could tell she was about to explode. So I squeeze her clit as hard as I could, she grabbed the pillow and covered her. She could feel her own excitement her juices flowing. Scott too was excited his cock hard and stiff.As she slipped out of her tiny thong she kept one hand on her mound teasing him. At last she removed her hand and gyrated in front of him.“Go on masturbate your self. Stick your fingers in your cunt. Lick your juices.”“I can’t do that.”This was the moment of truth. If he let her get away with even the slightest disobedience then she would escape.He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her. Two women had to help him on his horse and take him to the ranch. Once there, he practically fell off his horse and staggered into the bunk house. Although it was early afternoon, Emerson crawled into his bunk and slept. It was the next morning before he woke. His face was purple and swollen. He could not touch it without pain. When he sat up his head started spinning and he became nauseous. Pat Casey came in to see him as he lay on the bunk. ‘You’ll have to lay in bed another day or two. That.