"It feels like that cock of yours needs some attention!" Gail looked into Adrian’s' eyes and smiled a sexy smile.They looked at each other for a whi...e and then finally moved in and kissed passionately. It was a fast, hot and deep kiss that was more lust than love.Adrian grabbed Gail's hand and guided it down to his cock. Her hand rubbed his rock hard cock through his jeans. They broke the kiss."Undo your fly and let me get my hand on your cock."Adrian quickly looked around and to his good. Looking at their horses, they were every bit as good as Mr. Conner’s stallion and best mares. They had some good breeding stock among the horses. The mules were large, and all looked to be extremely strong.We got to know each other a little better as we ate a late supper. Isum stunned me while we were eating. “We was talking while we loaded our mules and walked over here,” he said nervously. “We want you to be our Massa.” I was stunned, but saw the others nodding.“You can even breed us,” Mahala. As I lay there totally naked my eyes closed as I looked up into the sun, the sweet smell of the dell that was intoxication as was the euphoria of feeling so alive after the battle but has the sun’s rays kissed my flesh and warmed it I could feel my cock lazily swell and grow. With my back laid out on the thick bed of moss that covered the rock, I filled with joy, and my hand moved to hold my swelling cock. From the cool waters to the hot sun kisses my body responded to this bliss and my cock. In a sense any of them, or any of the other patients, would have served our purpose.But this woman, Irene Dunham, seemed the most centered. She was 42, married, four kids. College educated at DePaul University in Chicago. She was a stay at home mom. She had been surprised when I called on her about Freddie, but she bought the cover story -- I was a researcher for The Lancet, a British medical journal.My British accent paid off, once again.This researcher, me, a plainly attired Meg Poppins,.