Both obviously were performing for Ada. But as polished as Stanfield Walker was, it was J. Harvey Kincaid who took Ada into his bed at night. Ada’s ...no-longer-so-young son, Hugh Raven, a fine, handsome, strapping youth of eighteen, was now old enough to take on much of the management responsibility of the ranch, while Ada concentrated on entertaining and feeding the celebrity guests. He ate at the high table with the more important guests now. Wolf Creek valley was virtually all he’d ever known. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared inside you, parting your spread lips and sinking deeper until we were pressed tight together. The feeling was incredible. Your muscles gripped me and the warmth and wetness left me breathless. We stayed like that for a long minute, barely moving, just accepting the sheer pleasure. Then I started slowly moving my hips up and down. I would pull just a few inches out and then slide back in. Back and forth, slowly pumping up and down. You were so wet, it was easy. Down his fore arm he had a similar hooped steel bracelet bound to his skin his wrist passing through the middle. It was the same as Trill's pussy hoop with 3 copper points around the rim with a wire leading off under the table. He could see the girls hoop also had the 3 copper points and a wire too.Trill screamed again in frustration again Rick telling her to calm. His mind was trying to understand what the hell was going on. He could see his naked girlfriend close but unable to help. He looked. "Your wife's pussy is..." he pushes a finger deep into her cunt. She groans and starts kissing his neck desperately, "...soaking wet. Show us your cock." I pull the apron aside, my pathetic little cock waving in the air. "Touch it," he said. I'm almost delirious with excitement and I wrap my hand around it and start pumping quickly. "Did I tell you to do that?" he asks calmly. I freeze, panicked. I fucked up. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He pulls my wife's head back a few inches. "I'd like to.