By the time we got to the barn her nipples were sticking out against her halter top like the first joint of my little finger.By the time we had finish...ed feeding and I started to milk the cow my dick was hard from watching Becky’s tight ass and firm boobs. And just like last summer, it was uncomfortable sitting on the stool. Becky called out “Hey Tom”. I turned my face to look at her and was staring into her bountiful bare breasts just inches from my face. Then I heard “Wouldn’t you rather play. I was in the room with Kat,and she had her face caught in that thing that looked kind of like sinkor a bowl.I was about to rip her out of it when everything went dark, just likethat. Lights out.Now I'm here. It's not fair. I've played by the rules. I didn't doanything wrong. Why can't they stop cheating? Let me win The Games fairand square. I've been ready for this my entire life. I'm more man thananyone here. I will prove it. Even though I'm tied down and all ready forsome sissy to jack me off. I continued to tell the manager that I was a very shy girl and don’t even wear jeans and t-shirt before marriage. My husband like to tease others in public and all this started. He made me wear small dresses, kissed me in public.Over a time I was comfortable with my attire and I also started enjoying the attention. Manager interrupted.But mam on the other day that you spent with negros.Only experienced prostitutes can only do stuff like that so must be changed before that.I said, no goa was my. I keep asking myself why did i imagine this particular fantasy? It’s a little scary for me to contemplate. and a little part of me wants to hide it. But also i feel compelled to expose myself, expose my thoughts. There's no gain in hiding anything from You, Sir. i only climaxed once while writing it, at the very end of the fantasy. i must admit, Sir, that i changed the premise a little. i hope that's ok. i imagined it was my Mentor, not my Master, who summoned me, and that i do not have a.