She was breathing faster and harder, drawing close to a longed for, self- induced climax.) Ohhh, oh nooo... ohh... YESSSSSS! EAT IT! SUCK IT! FUCK ME!...SUCK ME! ANYBODYYYYYYY!!!She writhed and spasmed again and again on the toilet seat, relishing the bliss of her orgasm, her fingers still stroking furiously up into her hotly gushing pussy, when suddenly the outer door opened and two matronly women walked in. Instantly, Jill pulled her legs back and flushed the toilet, still rocking from her. "Not a bad load" said Bill to Jim. "Yeah I know" said Jim "now swallow it bitch slowly". I did I was told and forced myself to swallow the thick sticky salty liquid. It was thick and stringy but I managed to swallow it all, then Jim had me lick him clean.Jim and Bill then went and sat down on the sofa and I managed to get to my feet my mouth and ass still sore from the treatment I had received. "Over her slut" said Mistress Jane and beckoned my over to her chair. "Lie down of the floor" she. The water arches over Sasha as August kisses her under her neck and around her breasts. Sasha feels her kiss gently the undersides of her breasts as August’s hands run across her belly. Sasha tries to push back, wanting to play with August’s breasts, but the other woman pushes her right back against the wall and shakes her head.“Like I said, this is like a breakfast in bed but...”“ ... without the bed or traditional breakfast,” Sasha finishes with a smile.August chuckles and says,. These aren’t worth nearly as much as European truffles, but they make damn fine eating,” he explained. “The ag agent said we might get a hundred dollars a pound if we were lucky,” he continued, grinning.“A hundred!” I exclaimed.“This is about two pounds, and we found these in part of the area where we pulled up the roots of the first tree we cut down. There may be three or four more pounds just under the first tree. With five hundred trees, that’s two thousand pounds of truffles, or almost.