Race horses take that nervous energy to a whole different level, and in unskilled hands have been known to injure or even thrash themselves to death in a panic-induced frenzy in a trailer. With all the drug testing that goes on these days in high-stakes horse racing, giving the animal sedatives during the trip was of course out of the question. So owners were willing to pay handsomely for handlers like Parker’s -- with our special skills and knowledge -- to deliver their precious cargo across the country unscathed. In the case of a jittery stallion, the sure-fire solution was to find some way to tame his nervous sexual energy. Finding and eager-beaver volunteer was part of my job... I turned off the engine in the RV and climbed out. As I passed by the horse trailer, the huge black stallion within gave a snort of curiosity and then lashed out with a hoof at the rear gate. The steel trailer shuddered under the impact and I flinched at the unexpected metallic bang. Yeah, he was definitely getting worked up in there and prompt attention was needed. I approached the passenger door of my dad’s white pickup truck. Dark tinted windows blocked my view into the cab, but the window rolled down as I approached. “I’ll see if there’s anything promising in the diner,” I announced. “You want anything while I’m there?” Dad said he didn’t and the window rolled back up into place. Detouring back to the RV, I opened the door to the back and grabbed a magnetic sign. Attaching it to the steel door of the RV, I adjusted it to level and then gave it a quick once-over. ‘SILVER STARS TALENT AGENCY -- Angela Wentworth, Owner - Hollywood, CA’ the sign proclaimed. I smiled. Ten bucks plus shipping on the internet, and suddenly I’m a movie and TV talent agent. Walking across the wide parking lot I finally arrived at the truck stop diner. I stepped inside, removed my sunglasses, and surveyed the crowd. It was around mid-afternoon but there were still about a dozen patrons. I mentally discarded most of them immediately. Numerous truck-driver types, a family of three probably on vacation, a sorry looking drunk slumped in a booth... and there she was... just what I was looking for. The girl was sitting by herself at the counter. She was a pretty thing, trim but with nice curves, about five foot three, sporting a blonde pixie haircut with just a tinge of fading pink dye. A light hint of freckles and a perky little upturned nose gave her a very cute appearance. A really nice pair of tits seemed to lurk within the confines of her tight shirt, and her perfectly formed rump was nicely on display as she straddled diner stool in a somewhat unladylike posture. The requisite rebellious-phase nose ring was present, as was a small tramp-stamp tattoo on her bare lower back. The frayed cut-off tee-shirt exposed plenty of firm midriff, suggesting that she might be used to getting by on her physical appeal. Fashionably ripped designer jeans betrayed she came from money, so she possibly didn’t have a ton of street smarts as of yet. Tugging self-consciously at the slipping hem of her low-rise jeans, she tied to cover up the exposed lavender waist band of her indian thong panties. She was picking at a plate of toast, hinting that funds were tight. And the grungy backpack on the stool next to hers told me she didn’t have a car to leave her luggage in. All the signs were there; a little cutie with no particular plan, waiting for the next guy who would offer her a ride a little further on down the road to nowhere. Yeah, there was definitely potential there... I sat down in an unoccupied booth nearby and an elderly waitress soon appeared. I subtly laid a crisp twenty on the table. “Just tipping in advance,” I said quietly with a smile “in case I’m a little high maintenance.” She grinned and Mister Jackson disappeared into her apron pocket with a practiced swipe of her hand as she waited for my order. Maud moved her cunt around, and with his tongue inside her she wiggled her clit under his upper lip. I realized I had just been given a nice piece of leverage. “You heard me, you can leave, and next time don’t toy with me when I’m about to cum.” She said, taking her seat behind her desk. “Unhunh, I liked that.” in the crotch of Mike's jeans. “Can I ask why?” I've even got two locations for base camps. Scarlett removed her tee shirt, revealing her most modest bikini which was none too modest. They laid there for another minute before Ashley kissed his lips once more and stretched herself and got to her feet next to the bed. It always amazed me at how easily Katherine could get people to relax, and open up to her. I have no clue. “Tina, you’ve done nothing to disappoint me. Today is about defining the boundaries, setting expectations, beginning our experience together, and, ultimately, making sure we're going to please each other when we are together. I hoped it got her pregnant. As he watched Tim’s hand come to rest on the back of her ass Richard tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen next. Why don’t you take one home for your family, and I’ll take the other. She squirmed, whimpering through her ring gag, her mouth forced open. The act felt empty, and while his desperate need to cum had subsided, he gained nothing else from the orgasm. Due to these harsh changes, the world was reset into an ice age. Secondly, you still need for me to keep your little secret, don't you? “I want you and your company. “It’s just me here. We can wax next time you visit” She warmed up a body cloth with water. I suddenly felt so… hot and… well." “Show me.” She said. “Delicious,” she growled and then thrust her tongue deep in me. So indian early in the evening, only about a third of the tables were occupied, but everyone was staring. Before I knew it, she took off. To be continued... “I just want to fuck the bitch.” The man grabbed her and pushed her over to the bed. Her blue eyes followed down my body. "OK, Susan. One that didn’t cover his shameful crotch. I want to feel that cunt milking my cock.