Chapter Seven
The SUV bounced slightly along the well-graded gravel road leading several miles from the paved county road to the entrance to the box canyon that defined the Thompson Farm. Jason entered the code into the keypad controlling the heavy metal gate securing his private domain while instructing brightly,
“Clothes off, naughty girls, and let our new bride sit up on her sore bottom so she can get a good look at her new home!”
He was as turned on as he ever got these days given that having an attractive submissive wife enabled him to have any kind of s*x any time he wanted for the past several years when he wasn’t on the road. The days of being a terminally horny young refugee from the Cult were long gone, he was glad to note. But fingering his gorgeous bride to several orgasms w
