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Since I have moved into your community, he is offering me to broker an arrangement to add your disposable cattle populations as part of his herd to benefit from the advantages of a mass shipping. Each of you would be credited with the number of cattle that you supply and share in the final dispensation of funds at the trail head after all expenses are paid off. We will need each of you shipping cattle to provide one cowboy to aid in the effort and they will be paid for the drive in addition to whatever you pay them. We need drovers and wranglers along with cook’s helpers. The drive from the beginning of the Flying Bats Ranch to the trailhead is about 500 miles with the winding around the various valleys and mountains. It will take about 40 days with needed rests on the way for the men and cattle. We don’t want them to lose much weight, either the guys or the cows (said with a big smile.) There will be loses on the way and they will be ducted from the sales volume and prorated among all of the providers per their contributions. These losses have been as high as 50 %, but for us it is expected to be less than 20%. If each of Hardcore you in the valley provides 25 head, that would be 500 head added to The F.B.R’s 1500, giving a total to start of 2000. If we get there with only a 20% loss and a selling price of 35 per head (could be as high as 40) that would produce a total take of 56,000. After subtracting for on-trail expenses and the worker’s pay, that should leave about 54000 to divvy up per cow left of those rounded up. So this would amount to about 30 per cow delivered and therefore a profit of 675 per customer who provided 25 head (worth about $10,000 in buying power today.)” After looking over the crowd, which seemed to be rather pleased with this explanation, he saw no problems, but still remarked for all of them to hear, “Any questions?” One bright fellow lifted up his voice teen and yelled, “Is the Ranch going to Sexy Girl Sex cover some drinks for us at Mrs. Snyder’s tonight?” Hoss smiled and said that that could be arranged. As they left rather rapidly before Hoss could change his mind (Hoss sent one of the girls as a runner to inform Petty.) Hoss knew that Petty was going to be busy until late tonight and so he pondered on which of these farmers and ranchers were going to unknown to them supply heifers to his bed that evening. As Hoss was wondering what to do next the next day, another one of Petty’s young gals came and instructed Hoss to come to the back of the couples fucking saloon to the cribs that morning, since one of the prospects for his office was arranged for him to interview for the possibility of working for him in the office and the other duties, too. These teenpussy duties had been explained to her. The ones offering to interview with him, knew what was expected and since they were glad at the prospect of leaving the saloon for a more respectable employment, they would pull out all stops to be the one chosen. Hoss stopped at a street vendor for a small lunch and then proceeded to the cribs for another adventure in his acclimating himself to this town. When he got to the cribs, there was a lineup of eight girls, all beautiful, young, slim and very excited for the opportunity. Hoss had brought a tablet with him, and so as he perused the assemblage, he ripped the first page up and numbered the squares two through nine. And instructed the second girl in line to pass out the slips to the other girls in order of their being in the line. Then he instructed that same number two girl that she could pull up a chair and wait for the next interview. He noted that each one could take up to an hour, which was a clue to the gals as to what else was going to be necessary to pass this examination and get the job. The other girls were excused to go about their business and would be cued to come back by girls who had finished their interviews. No decision would be made until he saw all of the girls, and any who changed their minds needed to still appear to him, so that no shenanigans were pulled on them as to their opportunity for the job too. So the other girls wandered off with their slips of numbered papers in their hands, their hopes somewhat dampened but still hopeful. And as he took the first interviewee inside, the second one took up her place on the chair outside to await her chance, [and to secretly listen in to whatever was going on inside to assuage her curiosity and also to enhance her own chances by knowing what the other girls were doing so that she could raise the stakes in her interview.] When they sat down in the crowded crib, though it only had a bed, he wrote the first girl’s name on the first page, leaving plenty of room for him to make notes when they were done. Her name was Molly, or at least that was the name she was working with. Many in the West used false names to protect their reputations where they came from, from abuse of their home territory names and from them being connected to their often disreputable actions out West. In this case her real first name really was Molly. I got up and got dressed in my usual attire, shorts, and a tee-shirt. 'And do you want your husband to have a little yellow cock or a big strong Aryan one?' That made her cum pretty good but still not like with him... Hardcore this morning I fucked her before she went to work but left her hanging big time, so thats why I know she will be getting some big black cock tonight. They fluttered, a catch building at my throat. sleepy!" Craig’s head went back as he launched his cum into the girl. When Silk came to get him after six he was ready to go home, finishing up the interview he cleaned up his office so he could leave. He brought me closer and closer to that wonderful, delicious rapture. Heather asked Roberta if she should go in his room right now, naked and bring him couples fucking here. The smell of his unwashed crotch almost made her pass out, but she didn’t. Instead she got him hard in her mouth as he wrapped his fingers in her hair and started to jerk her head up and down violently. How dare those dogs fuck her like a stray bitch in heat! A single tear now ran teenpussy down her face Sexy Girl Sex as she continued to massage her son's back. “Because I’m a lazy piece of shit that can do it herself?” she offered. John had not stopped thinking about Tori; ever since he drove off that night hard teen as a rock after the brief kiss, but there was no way he could let it happen, John is 36 she is 16, not to mention he works at her high school and is her softball coach.