Most others are just scared of me and mine. Who’re you and what’s your bidness round here?”“Well, Mr. Jackson, I am Joshua Anderson, formerly ...f Maryland. I intend to settle my family out here. I was informed that Sheriff Quigley is the De Facto county recorder and real estate agent. He has suggested I take a look at the Ruis Hacienda. That it would be suitable to my needs.”“Well, Josh, far as I’m concerned, you’re welcome to it. Ain’t nothing there anyway. But be advised, I aim to buy up all. This particular Sunday just after lunch time Which was not that busy time a well endowed mature lady entered the shop. She was browsing through the shop and was unable to find the item which she was looking for. Seen her facial expression. I approached her and asked her for the item she is looking for. As she mentioned it I straight away pointed to the right direction and the location on the shelf. Upon getting the required item Doreen came to the counter to pay for the item. Little. It was a bottle of KY. I flushed again. I shouldn't have, because by now I kinda figured what was happening. He gently, he was a gentleman after all, took my hand and stood me up to face me the other way. I guided me down on the couch on my knees facing the back and I put my arms on the back of the couch to brace my self. I could feel his hands caressing my pantyhose covered ass and that drove me all the more wilder. I wiggled a little as moved his hands across my ass and I turned to see him. The sensation was so new! His thick cock strained to enter me, moans escaping him, his fingers gripping my hips as he gave a final thrust and he was deep, stretching me over the base of him. He gripped me close to him for just a moment, breathing harshly. He started to rock in and out of me slowly, the extra pressure as good for him as it was for me. I felt like I would burst. I felt like I was my Master’s beautiful whore. Like I was going to come again. Like I was floating. Like I was no.