As my next break was some hours away I realised my post was rather remote and no one seemed to be around so gratefully I leaned back on the bench and ...xtracted my stiffie from my underpants and began to stroke it vigorously, my eyes closed in concentration as I focused on the last juicy pussy I,d sampled just a few weeks prior. My ejaculation was refreshing and a heavy one. “Ahem Young Man! Heavy Shot You Just Did Didn,t You?” A familiar voice interrupted my reverie and with a sinking heart I. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be asked to do something like this. While doing my best to keep a smile on my face I slowly dropped to my knees and started talking to Skippy. It’s not too late to quit I told myself. You can tell Jim you never anticipated anything like this. Surely he will understand as my hands started rubbing all over Skippy’s head and back. Jim then rolled Skippy over on to his back and I could see Skippy’s red cock starting to stick out from its. Out of here. There was no way she was going to put up with this bullshit anymore. People walking all over her, treating her like she was some kind of communal whipping post just because she wasn’t In The Band. Hell, she paid rent here, too. More than her share most of the time, the broke-ass motherfuckers. And cleaned up after them. And kept the kitchen stocked. And kept him from flipping out on them when he was in one of his moods. It had all been bearable, kind of, as long as she had him to. "Don't drink too fast, darling," said Gale Morgan. "Buck will just fill up your glass again to get you good and drunk. And once you're drunk, there's no telling what Buck might do with you."Gale and Buck studied her for a reaction, then glanced at each other. They were feeling her out, it was obvious. They wanted to know where she stood, how sexually liberated she was. Shawn hadn't yet broken the news to them that Cindy was a cocksucker, a bugger- girl, a lover of dogs and horses. He was in the.