The point was that this range was close to the house and would be easier to service during the bad weather of winter. The bad weather consisted of rai..., wind, and cold weather. It never snowed around there enough to be more than a problem lasting one or two days. Flash floods were a much more serious worry.The four men rode out toward the range under consideration with Jesus leading and Bolivar riding drag. They were each spaced at about 100 yards, and they looked in every direction for. The warm water brings me back to life for a moment. I finish, slip into my robe and go into my room. My uniform is on the floor and it is filthy. I pick it up and carry it to the washing machine. I stuff it in and start the washer.I should be hungry but I’m not. I sit in my room and comb my wet hair while the washer finishes. I move the uniform to the dryer and go to bed. I am asleep the minute my head hits the pillow. I dream of my rape again and wake up the next morning screaming. My. In one move he wheeled around on his revolving chair until he was facing me, and then placed one foot on the floor, and one on the side of the bed, right between my legs. He smiled."So Mike, you horny or something bro?" he asked, still smiling. His smirk was not entirely mean. I sort of blushed."Uhhmmm...I don't know, I mean, you know..." "Fuck yeah, you're horny, dude," Jon said back to me, grinning now, and pressed his foot against my hard dick through my boxers.His move sort of sent me. My cunt is wet and aching. I don't ever want him to stop sucking my tits and he continues for quite some time.His mouth pulls away from my tits and I feel him lick my lips then chew my earlobe. I am panting, gasping for air, wanting, needing something. He whispers in my ear that he wants me and asks me to let him go further. “Please, baby,” he says and moans and sucks my tits again.I kiss him again while he kneads my breasts and as I do, I feel a finger enter my cunt and stop. He murmurs,.