This mink rancher was well established and raised high quality animals ... he had contracts to supply pelts to several big name furriers ... furriers ...ho advertised in places like The New Yorker magazine and Vogue. At the time the rancher was one of the richest people in the state.The chemical was applied exactly as recommended. There were no shortcuts taken and the company required applicators were used.Every mink died.There was worse to come.The poison didn't go away. It permeated the wood. I made sure to take off my skirt and shoes and hide them behind the toilet, safe both from semen and my ejaculate. It was a hot day today so the bathroom was a little stuffy. Either that or I’m that aroused right now.Before too long I heard the stall door close as someone entered. I scooped up on the toilet seat ready to play but no penis appeared. I can hear the toilet seat go up and I definitely heard a zipper. He doesn’t even know I’m here! I decide to peep through hole and there before me. "You had me on my back last night, now let me have you while you're on yours," Grace announced and straddled my middle with her soft tanned legs.Immediately, I felt the tip of my erection slide between her warm slit. It was just as moist as it was last night. Slowly, Grace reached around and took my length in her hand and directed it to her sensual opening. When my head was parked slightly inside her entrance, she looked down into my eyes as she supported herself by pressing her hands onto my. I didn't know there was that many people in the whole world. They were all gathered around a great platform. I could see, on the platform, some men in rich clothes, and Dro, all chained down.Poor Dro.I told Lightning to get as close to the platform as he could, so he made a great challenging cry. After that, there was no problem. Any one in front of him got straight out of the way. When we were almost at the platform we had to stop because there were some men at arms blocking our way. Lightning.