Dobkins squeezed her calf firmly in his strong confining grip, holding her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free hand.

"Here you are, honey," he said, "just what you need!" He reached inside his pants like he was probing deep in a grocery bag, and pulled out his thick, menacingly hard cock. It flopped lewdly over his zipper, the bloated tip slowly swelling in size as it sniffed open air.

Even Mimi couldn't hide the truth from herself now. "Stop it, Mr. Dobkins… put… put it away!" She shielded her eyes from the heavy, ugly organ or purplish flesh.

Dobkins only grinned and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling her naked body farther down onto the hay pile, dust flying like a cloud of smoke. Mimi grasped for something to hang onto, but found nothing but one of her sandals lost in the fray. "Now you watch yourself, little lady… there's nobody here, remember?"

Behind them, one of the horses – probably Pansy – let out an ominous whine and he kicked out his hind legs, bucking, in protest to the ravishment of his dear Mimi laying naked on the hay.

"Even… even Pansy knows you're a… a crook, a liar!" she spat in his face, her chestnut hair checkered with twigs of hay entangled in her curls.

"Too bad little girl… don't look a gift horse in the mouth," he smiled down at her. "I got something better to put in that mouth of yours." The man of average height and weight rose to one knee, dropping his pants and rumpled undershorts to mid-thigh. Now Mimi could see all of his bulky thick cock and his huge, cum-burdened balls dangling like two leathery bulbs beneath the short stubby knob of his cock.

Dobkins could see his model sizing him up, making all sorts of appraisals of his manhood, and he sincerely wondered how many other men she'd sized up.