…Mayor Harlan Caldwell smiled, and reached for the buttons of my daughter’s low-cut sundress.

‘Well, it sounds like you must have had quite an exciting time since your Festival, and I’m sure you’re going to do quite well in your sexual training. Now hold still for me—I'm just going to have a look at your lovely breasts here.'

Jennifer’s breath caught for a brief moment as Caldwell's fingers began undoing her dress, but I was pleased to see her maintain her composure and adhere to her training.

Pulling her shoulders back a little and sitting up perfectly straight and tall, and gently pressing her bosom toward the older man to let him know she was available for him to do whatever he wanted, she fought to maintain her focus on answering his question.

Caldwell unbuttoned Jennifer's dress to her waist as she sat on the bar stool, and he carefully opened it, pressing the dress around her sides and revealing her soft, round breasts, which he admired for a moment before gently cupping them both and squeezing them softly.

'My goodness, young lady,' he said warmly, and with a little grunt of appreciation, 'I do declare these are delightful!'

Jennifer flushed pink as she murmured a soft 'thank-you', and then bit her lip as Harlan took her nipples and gently tugged on them until they grew hard and crinkled, her small areolas a rich cocoa brown.

Harlan had grown up on a ranch, and even though he had been a successful business man for the last forty years, he still made a point of maintaining his small spread himself. I could see that his hands were rough and calloused, but he used a masterfully delicate touch to avoid hurting my daughter, much as he would with a newborn calf, or a duckling.

He moved on Jennifer like the seasoned rancher he was—capable, confident, strong, and an expert in raising and training and caring for valuable creatures.

A fundamental skill for a farmer is evaluating his livestock on their genetic strength, temperament, conformation, and breeding desirability, and Harlan's practiced eye twinkled with a knowing and professional pleasure as he inspected Jennifer's breasts, his weathered hands lightly brushing across their sensitive skin, causing them to break out in goosebumps.

'Why yes indeed, very fine,' he proclaimed, as if he had selected a prize heifer at the auction and was looking forward to taking her back to the ranch to meet his bulls. 'Did she develop early?'

I shook my head. 'No, actually she was a bit of a late bloomer. She was almost completely flat-chested for what seemed like forever—then she grew her pair almost overnight. She'd had a full crop of pubic hair for a long time. It all worked out in the end, I guess.'

Harlan raised his head from where he had been sucking on one of Jennifer's nipples, a loud pop sounding as the little nub of dark girl flesh came free from his hungry lips, and chuckled.

'Well, I should say so.’ He cradled my daughter's breasts in both hands, squeezing them gently and admiring how her nipples glistened beneath a thick coat of his saliva. ‘They seem quite healthy now.'

There was a knock at the door, and as it opened Bianca, one of Caldwell's pretty, young assistants, walked in. She announced that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes, and asked if Harlan needed anything before then. Harlan smiled kindly at the girl, and beckoned her into the room.

'Thank you, Miss Bianca. As a matter of fact, come in here please—I was about to call you or Tiffany. Mr. Stevenson and I are enjoying a pre-dinner aperitif and discussing the importance of cultivating an appreciation for the finer things in life. Speaking of which, why don't you undress and hop up on the chair with him, and let him play with you for a bit. Robert, I find that not much works up a healthy appetite like getting my hands on a beautiful little body, and I'm sure you'd agree.'

Bianca smiled and nodded, and with a cheerful 'yes, sir' she walked across the room until she was standing in front of me where I sat in the deep leather armchair, and began to unbutton her blouse.

'It's so good to meet you, Mr. Robertson,' she said, with an adorable smile.

She had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her thick lashes and strong brows were captivating.

I'd noticed when we arrived that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were deliciously full as she slipped out of her blouse.

She was short—probably only a little over four-and-a-half feet—and extraordinarily curvy, with an amazing backside that she revealed as she stepped out of her short skirt. I was captivated as she stood there, her arms behind her back, allowing me to drink her in with my eyes.

'It's lovely to meet you as well, Bianca,' I said, smiling kindly and leaning forward to get a better view.

She glanced at Harlan and ran her thumbs along the waistband of her thin cotton panties.

'Um...panties too, Mr. Caldwell?' she asked, uncertainly.

Caldwell nodded a bit impatiently.

'Yes, dear girl, of course your panties too. It's a matter of basic hospitality, as you should know by now. Mr. Stevenson is our guest, and he deserves to enjoy you unencumbered. Do take them off please.'

Bianca complied with a slight twist of her lips. It seemed she wasn't enthusiastic about getting completely naked for me, but she did her best to mask her reluctance as her duties required, and slid her soft undergarment down her legs, resuming her position in front of me completely nude, and avoiding my eye contact.

It wasn't up to a girl to decide what was best when it came to how much clothing she should wear or what eligible males should be able to do with her, however, so I didn't take much notice.

I was delighted to see that she was completely—and evidently freshly-waxed, the splendidly smooth skin of her soft belly plunging seamlessly to a innocent-looking little slit between her legs.

'My goodness, she is lovely,' I exclaimed, and Harlan chuckled.

'She is indeed. I'm glad you approve,' he smiled proudly. 'I don't normally have our girls wear panties, but Bianca is literally constantly wet, and it became a matter of preserving the furniture. Go ahead and check. The poor girl spends every waking minute soaked and ready to be enjoyed, whether she thinks she wants to be or not.'

Bianca blushed as Harlan described the state of her private parts, and I reached out and told her to spread her legs a bit, gently pressing my fingers into her soft, warm slit as she did so.

Harlan chuckled again as my face betrayed my astonishment and delight, my fingers sinking easily between her folds and becoming instantly coated in copious amounts of her vaginal lubrication. In spite of her evident bashfulness, she gasped and grabbed my hand and gently pressed it harder against her vulva…

This is an excerpt from Ch. 8. You can read the rest, and so much more, for free on my Literotica page ❤️