He reached in the back of his truck and removed a leather strap, slapped it against his thigh once; causing me to jump a bit at the sound; then proceeded to sharpen bald pussies his hoof bald pussies trimming knife on it…slowly, methodically, muscles in his upper arms rippling lightly with every stroke.
“How long has it been since I did her feet last bald pussies?” Jon asked nonchalantly without looking up at me.
I had to clear my throat before bald pussies I could speak bald pussies….
I was so bald pussies preoccupied with watching the man’s bulging arms.
“Ahem…I think…” I stammered, “A…about a month …” Jon shot me bald pussies a look that told me he knew I was lying to get out of a scolding “or…or bald pussies two” I added quickly without knowing why this man could make me squirm like this.
barmaids serving their pussies
I was usually in pretty good control of myself.
“Or three” Jon added bald pussies sarcastically.
Then he looked at my mare again and right back into my eyes….
”Ummmm mmmm mmmmm” he said shaking his head bald pussies negatively again….
then slapped the leather strap against his thigh once more, harder and louder this time.
“Somebody’s in trouuuuublllleeeee” he said softly, drawing out the bald pussies words.
I gave a nervous little chuckle as I squirmed on my hard wood seat.
The sound of the strap and Jon’s words gave me an unusual tingle bald pussies on my bottom and I felt a growing wetness between my legs.
I cold hardly believe this man’s playful actions were exciting me so!
“I think someone deserves a good ass whoopin” I hear Jon say softly bald pussies to my mare as he stroked her neck “How bout you girl?” Then he patted her on the withers and turned an evil ominous bald pussies grin in my direction before he bent over to pick up her feet; his semi long black hair falling over one eye slightly.
I could see him looking under his arms toward me to catch my reaction…self-satisfied grin on his face as bald pussies I squirmed all the more on the hard tack box seat.
I bald pussies didn’t know what to think, how to react.
Jon bald pussies and I had always joked around a good bit, as any farrier and client tend to do.
I also knew Jon was quite a playboy from all the escapades his bald pussies father had often told during some of our get togethers at the barn.
I usually stay away from the playboy types but for some reason, this one held a great desire for me.
It was difficult bald pussies to think of anything but what he suggested doing to me.
bald pussy riding a stiff cock
The wetness grew even bald pussies more in my groin, yet I knew I would be mortified if he really tried to ‘whoop’ my ass, as he bald pussies put it.
The entire shoeing session went on with Jon suggestively slapping bald pussies the leather strap to his leg….
Chuckling low and somewhat evilly on seeing my jump or squirm.
He even reached up once and pulled lightly on the cross tie ropes; “Yup…good bald pussies and strong.” He said softly, “strong enough to hold any horse….
