With that the announcer said “Let the show begin!” When this started Janice jumped up and was grab-ed by her arms by the two men. She was helpless...and could do nothing but watch. Now they turned their attention to Janice! They took her blouse off. While she was struggling her stockings were in full view to the audience, again to the whistles and cat calls. Then they removed her bra, skirt and panties. Leaving her in her garter belt shiny black seam stockings and heels, all the while screaming,. She told me she was the daughter of a white woman, Margaret McGuire, and the great Indian Chief Running Bear. She left home in search of adventure when she turned eighteen.We talked for what seemed like hours, but in fact was only about 20 minutes. My stomach rumbled at the most inopportune time. I asked her if she was hungry and she replied most definitely. I suggested we ride back to the ranch where we could continue our discussion and get something good to eat. She was agreeable and so we. She got the idea, she was doing the fucking as she talked to her husband.I kept my hands on her hips but really didn’t move too much. I wanted her to enjoy fucking my dick while was went on chatting with her hubby for as long as she wanted. She was enjoying being a cock loving, unfaithful, slut, I was happy to help her with her repressed fantasies. “I’m glad the work wasn’t too bad this week…what are you going to do this weekend…I think next week will go fast…I’m only scheduled for two days. The rear man started to kiss her neck. Then her shoulder blades. His lips finally started to kiss near her nipples which were hard and sticking out.“Lift your arms,” the front man gasped. She knew what would happen. She did it. Her shirt was lifted up and over her head. She was now nearly naked as the shirt got tossed out the window.“Turn,” the rear man said.She did. Suddenly light began to penetrate the car. There were several flashlights shining in the car. This was now a show. I needed to.