Once Farren had greeted all the guests, she went to her room and put on a clean pair of panties and the bloomers that Chad wanted. She was just smoothing out the skirt when Chad buzzed her. She let out a little squeal and then rubbed her neck with the palm of her hand, soothing the sting. She paused long enough to look in the mirror and admire the white collar Chad had gifted her with before she smiled and hurried down to...

Farren walked from room to room checking every detail of the newly renovated two-level barn. It had taken the better part of the year to transform the one-hundred-year-old wooden structure into the erotic playhouse of sexual decadence that she was now walking through and creaming at the thought of all the breasts, nipples, cocks and tongues that were going to be darting, flitting, lapping, and fucking here in just a few h...