The aid wanted FEMALE RANCH HAND to support HANDICAPPED to a RANCH RESORT DUDE. Applicants must have small, soft, delicate hands, with manicured nails polished in red. Good pay. Room and board included. Benefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The newspaper announcement seemed to be on his alley. He wondered why they emphasized their hands. A little weird, he thought. Tammy’s a 16-year-old high school. She is an attractive young woman, short 5'7", 110lbs, dark and innocent hair. His mother and sister did most of homework, cleaning and washing dishes. Tammy’s hands fit the requirements except one thing. He didn’t wear his nails.

Tammy was still a virgin. She’s a little old, because she wants to save herself for the married man. He knew, however, that the boys all wanted to enter his panties, but so far he managed to hold them. Taking this job to the ranch of the guy would have kept her busy for the summer, the more he could make some money, and stay out of trouble with the boys. Her mother thought it was a good idea, even if she hated the fact that she would be gone for the summer.

Tammy got up early the next morning and applied a little dark red nail polish, then let them dry. Then he packed some casual clothes (a pair of jeans pairs, tee shirts, bras, panties and sox bobbie). Her young and thin body was one of herd femininity as she put on a fresh white bra and white flowered panties. The jeans embraced Tammy’s ass and the tee shirt stretched with the pressure of his breasts in grass. He said goodbye to his mother and took the bus for half an hour to the guy’s ranch. The ranch was a great, well kept, single-level building, but it didn’t look like your typical resort ranch. She went into the room saying “OFFICE.” A tall, gray-haired woman who seemed to be in her fifties greeted her. Hi, it’s Victoria. Victoria looked at Tammy up and down and was satisfied with what she saw. Tammy showed up and after a few little speech, Victoria started seeing Tammy.

“Tammy, as you probably noticed this is not your ordinary resort ranch. We take care of about fourteen men who are handicapped. They have a severe form of arthritis in their hands and feet. They are mostly limited to their wheelchairs and your work will be to spend some time with each of them on a daily basis and to perform some personal services for each. You must be their hands and feet. Your hours will be from 9 am to 5 pm. You’ll have an hour at lunch. We have a private gym for you to work and keep your body fit. This is for your use after hours. The rest of your time is for your personal use. You will be paid $500 a week, plus tips, room and board. You think you’re interested, Tammy? "

Tammy thought she woke up, $500 a week. I’m much more money than I expected. It should be easy to deal with these men.” Tammy said: “Oh yes, I would be very interested in the position.” Victoria continued: “Now Tammy, can I take a look at your hands? "

Tammy extended his hands to Victoria. Victoria inspected her hands very carefully and was taken with how soft and warm they felt. This young bitch never worked hard in her life. His nails were short and cut to the finger. The red enamel contrasted well with the white skin of the fingers. “Perfect,” Victoria thought. He wouldn’t scratch or kill the men in his command. He looked back at Tammy’s body. As jeans fit around his full ass, as young titties in grass stand the attention in the thin white tee shirt. “mmmmmmmm Tammy would be very inspiring for these men,” Victoria thought.

“Yes, they are beautiful Tammys,” Victoria said: “You can start now.” Victoria brought Tammy to her room. The room was beautiful with flowered wallpaper and a large queen-size bed with flower bed on top. The room had a private bathroom. Tammy was impressed.

“You can have an hour to cool off, then report to room #1 and spend half an hour with Mr. Jamison, then move to room #2 and help Mr. Foster for half an hour. After your fact, you can then take an hour for lunch. We prepare meals in the premises and you eat mine with us, if you wish. After lunch, I’ll give you the program for your visits with the other men. Any questions?”, Victoria concluded. Tammy was still wondering: ‘What is this thing about my hands’ but decided not to pursue the problem. “No,” Tammy replied. “Okay then,” Victoria concludes, “I think you’ll like your stay with us.” Victoria then apologized and left the room.

Tammy went to the bathroom, washed with its perfumed soap, applied a very light face makeup coating, and combed and sprayed hair. An hour had passed and she was ready to see Mr. Jamison in room #1.

Tammy knocked at the door of room #1. He heard the words “enter” through the door. She opened the door and walked in. Mr. Jamison was sitting in the wheelchair. “Hello, my dear. You must be the new girl.” “Yes, sir, I just started today,” Tammy replied. Jamison’s hands were rigid and could not be folded. She was about 50 years old. He said, “You are so beautiful, my dear. I’m glad you’re here because I have to pee. Take me to the bathroom.” Tammy took her behind the wheelchair and pushed her to the bathroom in front of the toilet. “Put my fly out, my dear.” Tammy was in shock. He wants me to remove the “thing” from his pants.

“Of course, my dear. I have to go now.” Tammy folded and took off the man’s fly and took Jamison’s dick carefully from his pants. It was soft and about 3 inches long. Tammy thought he heard a twin slip away from his lips. The flow of urine makes a load noise as it affects the cabinet as Jamison pees. “Please come down,” Jamison asked. Tammy’s soft and delicate hands slowly detached from Jamison’s cock, releasing the final drops of his urine. Her hands are so soft and warm on her dick. “mmmmmmmmmm,” Jamison moaned. Tammy noticed he became older when he started putting him back in his fly. “Don’t put it back,” whispered Jamison, “pull it, jack it”. “JACK IT?” Tammy asked. “Yes, my dear, make a loose punch with your hand and pull it back and forth.” Tammy did it as an educator and took it slowly. He heard moaning and saw Jamison’s eyes closed. Tammy looked at his dick while magnifying and filling his hand. He heard Jamison whisper: “Sweet lady, your hand is too hot….ohhhh yes…” Pre-cum began to emerge from the fucking tip of Jamison. He began to shake uncontrollably in his wheelchair. He said erotic things to Tammy while he was lost in Tammy’s sweet hand grip. “Oh shit. Good lady. My queen… Jamison grabbed Tammy’s other hand and humbly kissed her. “My Queen,” he said again. Then it happened. A strong gem erupted by Jamisons’ mouth. Even the hard dick broke out. Sperm ropes shot out while the man left his load. Tammy resisted. He realized that when he keeps a man’s cock in his hands he has power and control over that man. She liked it. The moisture of her panties told her she liked it. White and soft hands continued to take the dick until Jamison’s balls were drained. It was dry. “Take me off, my dear.” Tammy has tissues and slowly cleaned Jamison’s dick and balls. (More later in future sessions, he would have used a couple of his cotton panties used to sweep it away that would want men even more). “Your best of the other girl. It’s your hands. They’re so tender and precious. I know your time with me is about to end. Before you leave, go to the dresser and get the money.” Tammy went to the como and saw a $100 bill. She took it. “Thank you, Mr. Jamison.” Once again Jamison grabbed her hands and kissed both. He said softly, “so precious…” Tammy left room #1 with a hundred dollars and went to room #2.

Willie Foster was a very dark black man. His hands were crushed in a car accident. She saw the tight jeans and how they hugged Tammy’s ass and smile. Young white girls always have it… always done for him. “You want to take care of me, Miss Lady?” “Yes,” Tammy replied. He looked down. Tammy followed his eyes to the great Bulgarian in his pants. Tammy got on his knees and slowly pulled off the front of his jeans. Her girls always told her how big a black man was. It took a few seconds to get his dick out. It was dark and hard (long about 9” and 1” in diameter). It was a nice picture: A young white girl on her knees, holding a dark black 9" dick in her soft white hands. He took his breath as Jamison did when he heard his hands keep him. Tammy took it slowly. Willie complained heavily how soft hands did their job. “Ohhhh Missy…” “Yes?” Tammy replied, stopping the hand movements. “Your hands… No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop, Willie begged. Tammy kept doing Willie. He had to use both hands to keep him.

Willie’s hips started a move up and down while fucking Tammy’s hands. He was sweating. Tammy’s hair was in Willies’ face while he stole it. Willie couldn’t help but inhale the sweet smell of her hair and body. “His hands are better than pussy,” Willie thought. “Rub my balls please MIssy?”, gasped Willie. Tammy took his left hand and reached under his dick and touched the narrow, dark and hairy balls. He rubbed them slowly. Willie went to spasm and kept behind Tammy. Tammy asked gently: “I’m doing Mr. Foster?” “OH YES…YES,” Willie yelled, “Oh Miss Lady, I’m cu-cumming. OHH…sweet jesus…” And it happened. Willie shot a big load. Some of them landed on Tammy’s shirt. Tammy continued to munger him and manipulate him with his hands until he was spent. Willie suffered gently after it was over. He said, “Your hands… your hands… your hands… your hands… I’ve never heard hands like your… ohhh missy.” Willie then kneeled before her and kissed her hands. Tammy got brave. “My advice, Mr. Foster?” “Lord, the wallet is on the table. Take the money in there.” Tammy took three $20 bills. “Thank you, Mr. Foster, my time has expired.” Tammy left room #2.

After lunch at 1:00, Tammy went to the office and met Victoria. Victoria gave her the program, which consisted of half an hour visits to rooms 3 thru 14. Then his first day would be over.

It would start at 9:00 a.m. from room #1 (Mr Jamison again) thru #6. Then have lunch between 12:00 and 1:00. Then salt service #7 - 14 from 1:00 - 17:00.

After meeting Victoria, Tammy wnent returns to work in room number 3 thru 14. His first day ended at 7:00. He now knew why his hands were so important in the execution of his duties. He had his hands donated. Hands that would like men. The hands that make men pay and pay well. Tammy did more than a thousand dollars in advice from the 14 men who on the first day assisting them when they had to pee, pulling them out, and playing with their balls.

After that first day, Tammy went to the beauty salon and had her hair washed and shaped. He bought expensive oils and perfumes to put in his bubble baths. He knew these aromas excited men. He also bought expensive panties and small skirts in Catholic school style. He also bought loose white blouses with short sleeves he wore for them. When Tammy pulled out the men, she would make sure that when she folded, the white blouse would be hanged to expose her low-cut white bra. That her skirt would ride and show her tight white panties embracing her virginal pussy. Their loads would fall fast and furious.

Tammy is a businesswoman. A pro. Men keep it. She’s a tight woman. Your university education is now paid. Her clothes, her hair and her bath products; The things that keep a woman looking and smelling like a lady are all paid by the ranch and men at the ranch. And above all,

Tammy’s still a virgin. Save again for the lucky man who will be your husband, before she ‘give it’ for the first time.

$500 a week from the ranch. At least $500 a day in 14 men’s tips. Mon - Fri $2,500 - $3,000 per week x 52 weeks - $ 156,000 per year.

Tammy knows she has something to thank for all her luck,

Hands. Hands up their world… And he puts it in his world.