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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in
                                             Grand Opening

                                             Chapter Two

         They rode through the Montana countryside, the wind in her
hair, her back erect and proud.  Her titties bounced on her chest.  She
knew at any minute they would escape her little bra.  She didn't mind. 
Her panties clung to her waist, tied on each side of it with a ribbon. 
The small swatch of fabric in back already was stuck up inside her
bottom.  It had risen between her cheeks in her first moments of
walking, as she came down the stairs out of the airplane.  In front the
swatch of fabric covering her pubic mound was a failure.  She knew,
without looking, that wisps of her neatly trimmed bush were curling out
the top of it.  It was so tiny!  
         "Giddyap," Robert said.  He lifted his hand and cracked his
riding crop across the rump of the horse Cindy was riding.  She cried
out, in sympathy for the horse.  It bolted forward.  The added motion
liberated her breasts from the captivity of her little bra.  Cindy
looked down, holding onto her horse.  She watched her titties as they
flew violently up and down, their shape distorted now by her extreme
bouncing.
         "Oh - my - hymen!" Cindy cried fearfully, as she rode the horse
with her legs spread over its back.  She remembered her mother, ending
her riding lessons prematurely.  Her face paled, her eyes blinked with
fright, the wind full in her face and upon her body, as she threatened
again to split herself open.  Finally the beast ceased charging under
her.  Robert, laughing at the frantic way she was clutching the reins,
caught up to her and looked over at her.  Cindy glanced at the man.  As
she felt her tits heave nakedly on her chest she was grateful that
Robert had allowed her to wear his shirt, buttoned over her until they
reached the horses.  It had kept her slightly decent coming down the
stairs from the airplane, where onlookers stared at the girl in the
black stockings and shoes, and mismatched shirt, but could see nothing
more.  Once she was mounted, however, out of view of the onlookers down
by the stables about a quarter mile from the airport, he required her to
unbutton his shirt.  Now it flowed freely behind her, like her hair,
caught by the wind, lifting as she rode to show the men following behind
her the swell of her perfect white ass.
         "Please don't hit my horse again," Cindy said to Robert.
         "Perhaps I won't," Robert answered.  "You're a good little
rider," he complimented her.  Indeed, she was as good a rider as she had
been a slut, on the airplane.  She had served their drinks with rank
obedience, meanwhile offering them spectacularly brazen views of her
ass.  Robert had not needed the chain he had promised her, or either of
the gags.  When he told her to suck the men, she offered no resistance. 
All the while, at his command, she kept her bare bottom well-presented. 
When he made her swallow the men she had gulped them down almost to the
last drop.  She was perfect, though whether from fright at being
punished or because she liked Robert, he could not decide.  He watched
her naked breasts contort themselves as her horse bounced along, still
somewhat enthusiastic from the crop.  He fancied hitting the beast again
but he didn't want to risk breaking this pretty girl's neck.  She would
not be able to present her bottom so well if her neck was broken.
         The house reserved for the party was a long, low structure.  It
seemed built into the earth, as if counting on the soil to muffle the
sounds inside.  Cindy was amazed when she saw it.  There was a quiet
conservatism to it, as if it were something built by a wealthy farmer,
pretty to look at, with its surrounding wall with summer flowers
spilling over it.  Inside the wall was an inner courtyard.  Trees with
apples, nearly ripe, grew on the branches.  Beyond the trees and the
line of the outer wall the house seemed silent.  Waiting, as if for
someone to visit, though Cindy knew Veronica and those who had flown
with her were already there.
         "Did you enjoy your ride?" Veronica asked Cindy, when the
horses had been tethered to a post outside and Robert had led the girl
in.  
         "Yes," Cindy said.  Veronica saw that her words were heartfelt.
         "Let me see your bottom," Veronica said.  The girl turned
around.  Veronica lifted the tail of the man's shirt Cindy wore, as the
other men from Cindy's plane tramped into the house.  Right there in
front of everyone she freed Cindy's panties from her ass crack.  And
from her cunt lips too, where, owing to the exertion of her ride, they
had lodged in the final moment, causing the girl unwanted excitement as
she tried to bring her horse to a stop and dismount.  With all the
guests looking, Veronica pulled down the back of Cindy's panties.  There
was a gasp, not only from Cindy but from everyone.  Cindy's bottom,
except for a slight blush of red from her riding, was perfectly white.
         "You must have been very good," Veronica said.
         "I was!" Cindy answered.  Her hands skimmed her thighs, where
she still wore her stockings.  She wanted to lift her palms to her
breasts, if she couldn't hide her ass.  Her bra was still uselessly
wrapped round her ribs, beneath her tits, the cups empty.  Her nipples
stood up like twin thorns of flesh, making her tits into perfect
points.  Veronica's breasts were naked too.  They juddered buoyantly
whenever she moved, and with her breathing.  Her twin nipples were sharp
with excitement.

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