This kind of thing NEVER happened on the ranch, especially involving their foreman. Loud grunts, panting breath and curse words continued to fly from ...oth men as the grappled in the barn, boots flashing and hats long gone. Finally Wesley managed to best Lance, pinning him on his back with his neck twisted and face pressed to the dirt. He snarled and panted, then got up to dust himself off and let Lance up. ‘I ain’t gonna fight you no more, Lance. I’m doin’ my fuckin’ job. Leave me the fuck be.’. ‘Ah’ I scream. The pain is even worse….I just want it to be over. ‘Quiet!’ She commands and then whispers in my ear: ‘You’re trembling… trembling like a leaf… the money’s mine!’ The third swish of the cane lands making me feel as though a red hot poker has been laid across it – it takes every ounce of my crumbling resolve NOT to straighten up but I remain in position despite the searing pain. ‘Hmm… looks like I’ve lost the money, and that pisses me off, so this is to remember me by!’ She sounds. “So they only know about the white boys huh?” he asked.“Not all of them.” I replied with a giggle.“Well what do you want to do about this girl?” he asked.“I don’t know?” I said.“Well do you want my black cock or not?” he boldly asked.“Yes!” I said smiling at him as he smiled back at me.“Well prove it when we stand up to go to my room hug me and kiss me and hold my hand all the way up to your room.” he said. I agreed and when we both stood up we embraced and our lips met. He wrapped his arm. .. hard... as an earth-shattering orgasm swept through her body.“Typical whore, you are. Cumming even though you're being fucked like a piece of meat...”He pulled her from the bed and dragged her over to her same mirror she had been watching herself in. He spat onto the mirror. "Fucking clean that mirror whore." That is when time stopped for Tiffany. The spit on the mirror. All the stories her friends had told her about how David cheated on her. They all involved him spitting on a mirror and.