When you add to that the fact that ... shit, how do I say this. Okay, I've always been a princess. My Daddy treated me like a princess. Every man I ev...r dated did, and my husband did too. I was used to getting what I wanted when I wanted it.My life has always been perfect. The house, I'm in right now was designed and built for me. It's not the biggest house, but it's very special. It's in a beautiful neighborhood in the most exclusive suburb in our state.My husband busted his ass getting me. YOU. You silently chuckle at my emptiness and visible distress.You stand up and walk away only to return with my favourite glass dildoYou hold it out for me to take, but I refuse. I want you to do it. I want you to do me because I prefer it that way and because, as perverted as we are or not, I’ve never done that in front of you. You shake your head and hold it till I have no choice but to take it.The coldness of the glass and its girth opens my labia as I move the dildo in and out of my pussy. She slathered a generous amount of the pinkish lube on her cock and then advanced on me, this look of awe in her green eyes. Her slender body trembled.“This is really happening,” she groaned. “I'm ass-fucking the president of the Purity Society.”“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I moaned. “Fuck my asshole.”She pressed her girl-dick between the cheeks of my ass. She rubbed it up and down, the slippery lube coating my crack. Then she found her target. She pressed against my asshole. I savored that. With the deep snow, the hands only leave the ranch to ensure the cattle are still in the lower gazing area. They check what feed is available and advise if we need to supplement the existing feed with additional hay. We bale several tons every year. It is stored under tarps that look like circus tents. It takes a lot of hay to feed the herds we maintain.The ranch has taken on a festive air. Half of the hands stay at the ranch for Christmas. There are many reasons for that, which most keep to.