An old rancher died, leaving everything to his devoted wife. Needing help, she decided to advertise for a ranch hand. Only two people applied. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought about it and hired the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours and knew a lot about ranching. To reward his good work she let him have the night off to go into town for some fun.

Later that night he returned to the ranch house. Halfway to his room, he saw the woman standing beside the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand. She called him over.

"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she ordered. Trembling, he did so.
"Now take off my boots," she said.
"Now my socks," the hired man complied.
"Now take off my bra." He did as he was told.
"Now take off my panties." He slowly pulled them down.

She fixed him with a determined gaze and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."


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