“Do we really need all these people here?” she asked. Her dad had managed their herd with the help of his wife, and later, their daughter. But fou...r hired hands for a small operation like Ranchland? She’d have to go through the math with Ben once they’d gotten everything, and everyone organized.“Two of the hired hands are temporary. I talked to Gilbert Ens over at PaSu Farms, and he thinks he has a couple of border collies that might be able to herd cattle, once he gets them retrained” Ben told. Was it fair to put a horse through the stress of being shipped half way around the world?Laura did explain her ease in stripping naked to run with me, her parents are nudists as well as ranchers, she too, and she missed it. Also she ran track at University.She had a lot to say about finding a suitable horse, whilst I had to explain that I wasn’t looking for a stallion, I wanted a mare in foal, or ready to be put to stud, my time in the Camargue wasn’t wasted, neither did I forget anything I. The leather hood over her head and the ball-gag jammed between her lips prevented all but the most cursory sounds from escaping, and those that did were mostly drowned out by the grunts and groans of whoever was fucking her, as well as the comments and cheers of encouragement from the audience. She'd tried to go after the cock so gallantly offered to her but was halted by Bill's strong grip and his urgent request to stay. That was okay with her. She was comfortable with his hard shaft between. Before this bit of serendipity, at a loss how to win her heart, he thought about slipping her Rohypnol, a Roofie, in her drink, just to experience her sexually for that one time. Even though in his worst lovesick moment, he had thought about drugging her with a Roofie, he could never do that. Yet, here she was sitting here in a trancelike state staring at him, in the way he’s stared at her for the past 3 years. He’d never think about hypnotizing her, not in a million years. He didn’t even know.