I pasted the address to 2 hung white guys, a hung Mexican guy, and an older black male. They all were interested in using Jess’ property and wanted...to know what limits and rules were in place. She advised they can push the limits and to come over if they don’t mind group fun. They all gave eta’s and all paid the £50 fee to use me. The Mexican guy arrived and Jess told him that her slave was in the living room waiting to be used. She said that she doesn’t like when her slave is sober and out. Mansfield. It was wonderful, and I'll never forget you." She hung up without saying goodbye.Afterward, I still had mixed feelings. In some ways, I was very relieved that it was over. I had taken a huge risk, and it looked like I would get away with it unless Janice was a very different person than I thought she was. On the other hand, I had given up the chance for another opportunity to make love with her. My brain told me I was much better off; my body was disappointed and a little pissed. The glass is so cool on my nipples. Dripping with juice, my husband easily enters me from behind. Picking up the pace he pushes me harder and harder against the glass. I reach my hands up to brace myself, face pressing against the glass along with my tits. The men out front move closer to the window, standing on our lawn. One of them holds his phone in front of him and records the scene. I moan. “Please let me cum”, I beg. “Not yet”, my husband pants. He pulls on the leash and my heads. “Morning Injun,” Beth said with a straight face.“Well, Mr. Canady I just wanted to tell you in person that I didn’t want this to happen. I told Sheriff Keyes I wanted to steer clear of Roller until he cooled off, just to try and keep it from boilin’ over.”“I know Tom, and I sure hate that Roller couldn’t let it lie either, he was a good ranch hand and he knew horses. He just couldn’t help but be a bully to everyone that would take it. It was sure to happen sooner or later, I hate that you had.