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Learning the Ropes
"Go on, ain't no shame in it~" The young cow'girl' chimed, idly testing the ropework around his wrists even though he had no intention of attempting an escape. That being said, the knots held firm, another successful pupil. But that didn't matter right now, a much greater sense of satisfaction would come when he felt the first hot splashes of seed against his exposed skin. Of course, this was only the start of the weekends 'activities'. He usually got stuck with the bored teenagers who didn't take well to their holiday on the working ranch. However, he'd quickly found the right techniques to keep them busy. Lots of rope work and the odd 'hay ride' here and there was just the ticket. He snatched his plump bottom lip between his teeth, subduing a moan that threatened to leak out and turning it into a lewd whisper. "C'mon city boy, y'got stage fright or somethin'?" He taunted, seeing the effect his words wrought on the other's form. The subtle hints were obvious enough to a pair of trained eyes, and those eyes barely even batted a lid as the precious fluid splurted forth towards him. Lips parted, tongue slipped out...This was his favourite part.