"The women were half herded into the small building and the driver tied up the back of his small pickup. He had been hired to bring the girls from the... auction barn. He ran errands and hauled supplies for anyone who would contract with him, but mostly that was Mr. Falcon of the White Stork farm. His truck was small, too small for the hauling cotton or produce or heavy machinery. Mr. Falcon mostly had small loads, and there were occasional fringe benefits that came with working for him.The White. . Aur nanga nach dikha… she got up.. Started dancing… she danced wonderfully moved her ass..And opened her choli.. The boobs sprang out..As she danced her boobs were jumping..And all the men started to open their cloths by then.. People came near her and started dancing.. She purposely moved her chest so that the boobs jumped more.. The men around her slapped her back and pinched on her boobs.. She came near baba and opened her skirt which fell on baba’s lap.. Her pussy was in front of baba’s. Quickly, like the little girl she was so often mistaken for, Taylor scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled to the tent opening. Unzipping it a bit, she looked out.He was sitting on a log next to the fire, giving her a look at his profile as he used a long fork to turn over some bacon in a pan over the flames. He was tall, she remembered that, maybe six foot. Brown hair cut short, which strangely was grey around the temples. He didn't seem to be that old, maybe 30. Average build, if a. It seems she had talked with Mrs. James way back in October about something her father wanted. Her mom had left them when Andrea was ten and her dad had been raising her as a single parent ever since. He absolutely doted on her and when she told him she would be taking some art lessons from the one and only Coretta James, he got all excited and asked if there was any chance she could get a portrait of herself done. Andrea thought that would be asking a lot and would probably be way too.