There was an intercom system connecting the main house with the dairy barn, and in a few seconds the line clicked and Tully, the man who managed the f...rm, spoke into the receiver."How fast can you get into town?" Blodgett barked into the telephone, "OK, here's what I want you to do. Drop whatever you're doing, and bring me some of that Spanish Fly--that's right, what you've got for the cows--and bring it in here to me at the bank. Not my office, I'm downstairs in Quigg's office. And Tully--you. The thing is: Mom's innocent. I mean the world to her and generally I am the model son. High grades at school, play various sports, clean up around the house and am the perfect gentleman. Even though mom had me when she was so young, she does come from a traditional family and has very strict moral values. She dresses conservatively when she goes out but at home she like to wear what ever is comfortable, including very thin tee shirts in the hot summer through which her tits are practically. I used my tongue to rub the underside of his shaft and my nose was buried in his trimmed pubic hair. I pulled my head back massaging him with my tongue until he fell out of my mouth.His cock was harder now, pointing straight at me. It was beautiful, veiny, and red. I grabbed the base of his wet, hard shaft with my hand and slowly stroked as I licked on the sensitive part under the head. I licked and sucked his head as I stroked in rhythm. I could hear him breathing heavier. I knew he was going. They are all labor slaves but will do whatever they're told and the first up lines up his dick and shoves it all the way into my ass. He pulls all the way out and then slams it in again, and does that a few times until I can feel how hard he's become, then I feel him pick up the pace and really pound into me until he groans and all at once his cum is pouring into my ass.The whole line of slaves does me and it actually feels pretty good, a warm up for what's ahead tonight. When they're done,.