Sara knew Beth could not stay in that position for too long, so she increased the pressure of her grinding motion, eliciting louder, more frequent gro...ns from her daughter. Sara was getting close to climaxing and it suddenly occurred to her that if and when she did cum, she might not be able to maintain her balance. "Ben, would you stand behind me and help hold me up if I cum. I feel a strong one coming on." Ben got up, moved in behind his mother's circulating ass, put his hands under her arms. When they came up behind him, he must have noticed them, since, in a true gesture of southern hospitality, he pulled his tractor over to let them pass.“Excuse me, sir.” Genevieve pulled down the car window when she drove up alongside him.“Yes, miss? Is there something I can help you girls with?” The man on the tractor, Jeb Hageman, turned off his tractor so he could hear them better.Like his father, and his father before him, Jeb had been a farmer his entire life, all forty-two years of them.. He told her let him go, he had to pee.Ash looked up and told him, “OK, Pee, give me your pee, please, I’m a really nasty slut I drink pee, I want your pee, please Santa, please”.Then waited on her knees, head back, her mouth open holding his cock.He let go his stream, Ashlynn staring up adoringly as the old farmer pissed in her mouth, her throat open, excepting his smelly hot salty liquid. The last spurts, splashing her face and hair. Swallowing, the last of his golden gift, Ashlynn closed her. Others were prepared for her bed, a place of cruel torments where she rode the men as they too were marked by the white hot iron of torment. She milked them of their essences for her immense gratification. As she screamed with unassuaged lust they expired between her thighs or perhaps survived to fail later at the next spiteful phase of their downfall. Some were blinded to end their lives in mewling darkness while others were rendered incomplete and flensed by the torturers that haunted the.