.I didn't know what he meant but I just smiled. he pushed me on my back and spit a lugie on my cock and rocked his ass up and down his crack! It felt ...reat but it was dry quick...needing lube...my bro ran out the room and came back with a sandwich bag with clear stuff ..he said it was some of the KY from the bathroom and we wouldn't forget to put it back if he had it in a bag..smart kid! Nick put some on my cock and went back to riding my cock and i was stroking his...i moved my hips a little. I had no clue what he had in mind, but my body needed to be played with. I needed to be fucked. Slowly he walked around me. Every time I moved my arms from my sides, he would put them back. He stood behind me; his hands reached around to unbutton my shirt. I tried to reach behind me; I wanted to feel his cock. He slapped my hand and walked into another room. I was confused and a little aroused. He walked back in with some rope. He removed my shirt and took the rope to tie my wrists to my. The first target of the butchers was the smallest of the boars. As soon as he was ready, and that didn't take very long considering the number of people working on the job, the carcass was mounted on a spit and the roasting was started. Eli and Suzy were assigned the job of keeping the spit turning and making sure that there were plenty of coals for the cooking.Meanwhile, the rest of us, including Bill and me, worked on getting the other carcasses ready for smoking in our smokehouse. Some of. Although Faith had never had successful anal sex, she got Hope to talk her though how to get past the initial pain of entry and Hope told her about how to relax her sphincter to make it less painful. Before the week was over, Faith said that she already loved being fucked in the ass... maybe as much as being fucked in her pussy.Unfortunately Friday morning arrived and Hope had to leave for Chicago. Before she left, she said something to Faith, then led me to the bedroom where she gave me one of.