Krystal was excited and it was easy to tell she wanted to fuck. We chatted the whole drive home and I was happy to be in her company as she made me sm...le. Once home we immediately made our to my room where she through herself at me. Her lips meeting mine as her arms wrapped around my neck. I grabbed onto her ass and held tight as she kissed me passionately. Once our lips aparted I lifted off her top and then undid her bra, releasing her nice tits. I sat down on my bed with her standing between. I was excited that Wednesday I would be free from class. Mrs. Jones and Professor Dubois were leaving from Boston’s Logan Airport Tuesday morning for a conference in Los Angeles. I skipped out of class ready for a crisp fall day. Tuesday morning the phone woke me up. I reached for it, knocking my alarm clock off the nightstand. ‘Star! Star! They’re dead! Professor Jones is dead!’ Instantly awake I began to shiver. ‘What!?’ ‘Their plane. It went into the World Trade Center. It’s on the news.. We climbed into bed and were soon asleep.The weekend was uneventful. After the morning feeding we drove the supplies out to the site where we would be working. It was only about a quarter mile from the Rio Grande so Slim took me over and showed me the river. It was not as impressive as I had imagined. The river seemed shallow and the water was muddy. He also showed me around the southern part of the ranch and some of the other windmill sites. Each had a large metal tank where cattle could come. The difference is, with our men it’s more than a dream, they’re living it. Wallace takes it a little further, once he’s turned my cheeks red he takes my panties off and guides me to the bed. Sometimes he takes my dress off but not always, sometimes he just flips it over my back. I’m on my knees with my head on my pillow waiting while he prepares me, he always lubricates me, he doesn’t want to hurt me. When he enters me I’m in a most subservient of positions and he in the most dominate, just.