I stood back for a minute and surveyed my handiwork. A can of bag balm. Indian Sex A pair of red cowgirl boots and a white straw cowgirl hat completed the outfit. I reached down and untied the knot that held her blouse together. What I had planned was not listed as one of its recommended uses, but it would serve nonetheless. Kasi was standing atop a platform of hay bales and was pretending a pitchfork was a microphone as she sang into the handle of it. I grasped the bright panties in my hand and ripped them away with one motion. As my heart beat returned to normal, I looked over at her ass as it ceaselessly squirmed as she futilely tried to free herself. I went slowly at first. It was a petroleum jelly based ointment that was used on a cows teats in the cold winter months to keep them from chapping. She would soon be able to free herself, but it would take a few minutes allowing me time to slip away. I’d sampled liquors in bars all across the Pacific, but none of it had packed nearly the punch of this Tennessee Tranquilizer.
