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Cowgirl Over a Barrel |
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News Service): Okay, the little filly was really a cowgirl wantabe.
She did live on a ranch of sorts, but it wasn't that she actually did any
work around the ranch. She didn't take care of the live stock
or cook the meals or do anything a real cowgirl might do...except look
really pretty, of course. And her tits were the talk of the
surrounding countryside.
We had been planning to rob the ranch for sometime. The boss picked a time when most of the ranch hands were away. Still we had to be careful. One call to the local sheriff or if the remaining ranch hands, who carried guns, figured out what was going on, we might be in trouble. It turned out that roping and securing that little filly was the key to the plan. With her out of the way, everything else would go smoothly. I was pleased when the boss told me to make sure that she didn't make a fuss. I found her in the out building that they used for dances. They didn't use the barn like we used to. No, it was a big hall with a nice wooden floor. And there she was...trying to make a lasso! I was going to teach the little filly some rope'n today. She was shocked when she saw me, my mask and six shooter...she was a good girl and didn't scream. All I had to do was to rope her up nice and tight and make sure she couldn't make any noise. But I figured that there was time to sample those beautiful tits and so I allowed myself to sample them. And they were nice, very nice. My attentions got her nipples nice and hard. She did complain a bit with language not fit for a cowgirl until I showed her who was in charge of this here roundup. |
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