CKC1586
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A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman, and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.
She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring she'd get more work and dedication from a non-drinker. The man she hired proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked 14 to 16 hours a day, and the ranch was doing very well.
At last, feeling a respite was in order, the widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should take this evening and have a night on the town."
The hired hand readily agreed and went into town that Saturday night.She decided to wait up for him. One o'clock came and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. At last he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him with a strange look on her face.
She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she whispered to him. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks" she pled. He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. "Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. She took a sip of wine and murmured, "Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor."Now," she said, "take off my panties." By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off.
Then she looked him in the eye and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
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Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.
She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring she'd get more work and dedication from a non-drinker. The man she hired proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked 14 to 16 hours a day, and the ranch was doing very well.
At last, feeling a respite was in order, the widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should take this evening and have a night on the town."
The hired hand readily agreed and went into town that Saturday night.She decided to wait up for him. One o'clock came and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. At last he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him with a strange look on her face.
She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she whispered to him. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks" she pled. He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. "Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. She took a sip of wine and murmured, "Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor."Now," she said, "take off my panties." By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off.
Then she looked him in the eye and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
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