Love it!" "But I really need a signature so I can go." "Why do you already want to leave?" "You just got here and I haven't given you a proper tour of... the house." With those words she took the clipboard and pen from my hands and tossed them aside. She took me by the hand, I tried to resist as she pulled me towards her but I was too memorized. She lead me up the stairs, around the corner to a pink painted bedroom. As we walked through the door she cued up her Ipod to some R&B. Pushed me to her. . Legs, chest, ass.. All smooth.. Took a shower and cleaned my bowls. Got dressed put cologne and went to his place. Knocked on room 119. He opened the door and I stepped inside. We had a small chat before I sat on his lap and touched his cock. He got naked I jerked him off a bit. He was 18 cm and thick. Biggest cock I've ever encountered. I was nervous.. He undressed me and started to dominate me in every way possible. Started to deepthroat me till I gagged and sometimes I was about to throw. "May I enquire about the reason for the trip?" Hopefully to recruit the head wrangler for my little horse ranch, a man named Owen Johnson. Some say he's a horse whisperer, but he says the label is hogwash. 'No one, including me, can talk horse, ' he says. Still, it is my understanding that he has an uncommon ability with horses, ability he learned as a lad from an old Ute Indian. Maria, his wife, is a full-blooded Ute. They have a daughter, but she's left the nest. She's a professor at ASU, one. Wendy gave a low moan, then laughed: "I thought it was my arsehole that you wanted to see!"Well I do love a juicy cunt but at heart I'm an arse man so I put one hand on each cheek and stroked her flesh, feeling the smooth skin under my palms and admiring her arse crack. I couldn't resist running my tongue the length of her crack and she gave out another moan.Slowly I spread her cheeks open to reveal her hole. I have seen a few women's arseholes in my time but Wendy's is a beauty. The hole.