Yeah, I remember what you said. Me and the boys got a big laugh out of it, too. Hate to be the one to break it to you, Kid, but sexual preferences aren’t really an option for you any more. From now on, you’ll cum when we want you to cum, which won’t be often, and your fucking preferences won’t mean squat. Now sit tight while I bring the truck around. Hope you didn’t drink a lot of coffee this morning. It’s a long drive to the ranch.















