That was two things Natalie didn't like. For a start Roxanne's language. Her husband might be rich, but she was as foul-mouthed as if she lived in some of those disgusting housing projects Natalie used to drive past, on the way to work. And then there was the way Roxanne dressed. It might be hot, but the cut-off shorts and tank top were just too revealing for Natalie. It accentuated Roxanne's large firm tits, and the rest of her curvaceous body.

"Thank you." She walked up the path, skirting the crouching dogs warily.

Little lap dogs were all right with Natalie, but these monstrous animals were terrifying. They stood as tall as her waist, their slavering jaws ready to tear an intruder's flesh instantly.

It was cool in the house, with the faint hum of air conditioning.

"Long day?" Roxanne asked, leading the way into the kitchen.

"Yes," Natalie said, "and I've got two more places to take in after this."

"Ah," Roxanne said. "Lemonade? Coke? Beer?"

"Lemonade would be nice."

She sat at the table and sipped the drink.

"They tell me you're leaving." Roxanne sat opposite Natalie and cracked open a beer.

"Yes," replied Natalie. "I'm going back to L.A.."

"Ah. Not enough action here, huh? Not much cock to go around." She laughed and Natalie blushed furiously.

Roxanne was a strikingly good-looking woman, with pale-green eyes, a straight nose and a wide sensual mouth; all set in a square, hard face. She tossed her dark hair across her shoulders, and her large tits bounced in the tank top. Her waist seemed even slimmer in contrast to those tits, and her tight swelling ass and long, lusciously curved legs added to the allure, that Natalie was sure was the main reason a rich rancher would marry her.