The day progressed and we had done almost 5 wagon loads, we had done lunch and all the hay was up the elevator and stacked in the hay mow. My Embry pu...led up just as we finished the last of the 5th wagon. He got out of his truck and said well how is it going? We said that is the last, he said how many more loads you think, we said that's all there is. He said you got that whole field done? We said yes all of it, he said it's only 2 in the afternoon you work fast. He said well let me go get some. Some of them are well known. We need to keep those members a secret until you are confirmed. But I'm sure you'll do fine."Becky had no misgivings about what Damon meant by sensory experiences or the meaning of the Circle of Pleasure. She had learned by now that sex was regarded as the primary purpose of the service organization. Becky had serviced a hand full of men by that time, always for the right reasons. At least she was sure she was doing good. However, Becky had never fucked a member. With that, Mrs Patel positioned the peeled ginger at my pouting opening and slowly inserted it until I felt my boy cunt muscles suck it in greedily.At first, I did not notice anything other than the feeling of something being forced inside me. However, after some moments, I became aware of a heat gradually spreading deep in my bowels. A few moments later and the sensation was far from pleasant as the burning increased and I started whining to Mrs Patel that my bottom was on fire.“Can I move it. “Where could you be Jessica?”“So it’s a girl you’re looking for?”“Yes.”“Maybe I can help you. Two heads are better than one.”She had a point so I got out of the chair and then Mrs. Jones said “What are you doing? I didn’t tell you to get up.”“No, but there’s only one chair in here and I thought you would like a seat because you’re wearing high heels.”“Don’t worry about me. As long as you’re here I always have a seat.” Mrs. Jones said with a smile.“What do you mean?”She pushed me back down into.