Now, Blanche’s ranch wasn’t a place where you normally would raise a couple of hot blooded, spirited girls as on the Rochard ranch they didn’t k...eep your regular animals. On the fields and in the barn human females were taken care of. Consenting females at that. Women would come to the ranch, willingly losing their clothes and would live on the ranch as livestock while getting taken care by the Rochards. It started when Blanche was much younger, dating her first boyfriend, and she somehow found. Please.” Poor Mrs. Lucy Harper was confused and desperate.“Here’s the deal. You will drive to the park now and pick me up. I’ll give you today’s dose. Then you will pay for it. Tomorrow I’ll give you more and you can start paying off Brian’s loan.” John took charge of the conversation and followed with detailed instructions. “You will wear black lace stockings, your highest heeled red shoes. No panties. No bra. I want your big tits to bounce. Wear a short skirt, not one of your knee length. He won every time, especially when it came to Bob.I bit my lip and put the ugly pink wig on. It was cheaply made, like a dime store wig, but I knew the memories attached to it were valuable so I forced a smile on my face and said, "How do I look?" So...damn...beautiful," said Allen. Tears welled up in his eyes."Ready to go?" I said. I wanted to get him out of the house despite having to wear that horrible wig in front of all my barmates. I hoped no one would recognize me!We got in Allen's. He exclaimed “Kya mast Randi mangaya hai yaar tu toh Pandya. Maine itni prostitutes ko choda but itni sexy kabhi nahi mili.” I looked at Pandya. He looked down, was embarrassed too. Babli came near me. Scanned me from every angle and went behind me. Grabbed my ass and said “Kya gand hai yar iski. Mast raapchik maal hai yeh”. As I was wearing G-string so there was just a string passing through my anus region exposing my both ass cheeks as it is.He then spanked me hard on my right ass cheek and.