claymore
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A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted
wife, a very good-looking woman. She was determined to keep the ranch,
but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad the
newspaper for a cowhand. 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 it would be safer
to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard
worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.
For weeks, he worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day,
the rancher's widow said to him, "You have done a really good job, and
the ranch looks great. You should go into town an kick up your heels."
He readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock
came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no cowhand. 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. She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and
take it off," she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off
my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks."
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. "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 at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes
into town again, you're fired!"
wife, a very good-looking woman. She was determined to keep the ranch,
but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad the
newspaper for a cowhand. 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 it would be safer
to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard
worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.
For weeks, he worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day,
the rancher's widow said to him, "You have done a really good job, and
the ranch looks great. You should go into town an kick up your heels."
He readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock
came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no cowhand. 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. She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and
take it off," she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off
my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks."
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. "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 at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes
into town again, you're fired!"