“Yes Josh,” Sally answered.“If you really understand tell me what kind of girl you are.”“I am a dirty little slut girl that needs you to pun...sh me. I want you to spank my butt and even spank my nasty wet pussy till I cum,” Sally said. She was even now breathing rapid and felt her heart beat quicken as they talked. Sally could not believe what she was doing. This was against everything she believed but at this point she just did not care.“Ok I will see you then. Remember what I told you, no. What kind of business? I never fuckin know, ya know. I’m still in my night gown; nothing on underneath and I get all close and whisper in his ear, “Do you have to go right away?”Carlo just smiles and pushes the gown off my shoulders, “Baby you are so fuckin’ hot knocked up like this.”He grabs my cunt hard and says get on the bed, be my doggie bitch!”I smile and get on all fours on the bed, I turn my head back to Carlo and say “Hey big dog, I like it rough, rough, rough, “ I bark out the word.. He keeps a Holstein cow for fresh raw milk and has a small fieldstone chicken for fresh brown eggs. Bacon & eggs with home fried potatoes and buttered sourdough toast is his favorite meal by far. He is a man of immense wealth and power and yet he has never forgotten his roots having grown up on a farm. It is not beneath him to clean out his stables, his barn or chicken coop, or to feed and care for his animals and I dare say that he enjoys doing these things. By contrast Arthur's house is. His chest was thick and muscular, and covered with course, crinkly, hair. He was smiling, but it was an evil, leering smile; a smile of triumph.She stared, wide-eyed, as his hand gently stoked her bare leg. His touch was hot, but she shivered. Fear or anticipation?"Comfortable, Your Highness?" he asked, his hand resting hotly just above her knee, inches away from her exposed pussy. Growling through the gag, she tried to squeeze her thighs together, petrified that he would see the moisture.