RIO<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Rio_Attitude.jpg)<br/><br/>Leaving the farm (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2434278#msg2434278) I went over the wooden bridge and swung to the right chug-chugging along the packed dirt path that skirts the south side of the lake, my trailer raising a little cloud of dust in the heat. It was a fine warm day, the sun was shining and we had guests! Mm, yes, we'd be having some fun with our new animals in a few days. I wondered if Ms. Andrews would let me do some of the training and petting work? Perhaps she'd even let me keep one in my room? A cute kitty or a doggy would be fun and I could fuck its cute little brains out every night if I wanted and no-one would object. I was on 'fuck-buddy' terms with several of the guys around the farm but they had their own moods and needs and likes and dislikes, sex was great when you really gelled well with your friend but when he wasn't in the mood or was busy or crotchety for some reason, it was annoying to be hot for it and have the man you had eyes on say no.<br/><br/>A sweet little puppy girl or boy or even better a cat would be great though. I might even ask Ms. Andrews to fuck with their metabolism and physio- phys- well that thing that drives their urges so they were always wanting it, like being in season all the time. Molly was a lot like that though according to what I'd overheard from Miss Danica, Molly had just been a horny little slut when she was a human too. I wondered if those changes were possible...?<br/><br/>I dwelt happily on my daydreams and wicked plans for abusing one of the newcomers as my quad bike neared the young man walking on the path. He seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts as he stood by the lake watching the water. I lifted a hand to him and beamed a greeting,<strong>"Hi!"</strong><br/><br/>I chugged past, slowing down and skirting round onto the grass on the opposite side of the track so I didn't choke him to death with dust. I'd not seen where Goran and the busty girl had gone but I could see the slimmer, taller girl ahead of me; she'd almost reached the chalets. It was a good idea to supervise guests, we wouldn't want them wandering about the stables and bumping into our perverted little freak show too soon would we?<br/><br/>The girl ahead of me reached the chalets at the same time I did. I coasted the bike up beside the first two and climbed off.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi. You found them then? Not too bad here is it? Nice view across the lake and you can explore Smugglers Island."</strong>I pointed to our little island that was joined by a narrow embankment to the shore topped by a grass path. We sometimes used it for relaxing and there was a brick barbecue and small wood summer house there among the trees and spaces to pitch tents if people wanted some fresh-air privacy with the animals. I liked going there alone on summer evenings to read in the summerhouse or take my lap top.<strong>"If you want to give me a hand I'd be grateful. I'll let you guys use two of them. Here's the keys."</strong>I handed her the keys to chalets #1 and #2 and using my staff key unlocked both cabins. Then I went in and opened windows and shutters and let the fresh air in before returning to the trailer and starting to unload bed linen.<br/><br/>The chalets were quite basic; a lounge/dining area right behind the full width front porch with a little kitchenette at one end then behind this big room three more in a row, a bedroom at each side and a shared bathroom in the middle. All timber construction, lovely in spring and summer but pretty chilly in winter. Then again, we hardly ever had guests and they'd been built to house any extra workers we needed or for special occasions such as this; an overnight fresh meat larder for victims awaiting processing...<em>muahaha</em>.