I was looking at a girl-woman, who stood four foot something, and weighed about eighty pounds. She must have been in her late twenties, judging by her...crow's feet, but looked twelve. Her bust line was imaginary, but her nipples more than made up for it. They stood out proud and strong, pointing straight ahead, and begging to be sucked.I took it all in before she spoke again. "You're Carl Fleming, right?" This time she had just a bit of an edge in her voice."Yep," I said, partially out of breath. Turk, Red and Worm worked on and operated the farm full-time. Ray, on the other hand, worked part-time on the farm. He had a job, working the night shift at a textile mill in the nearby town. Although Donna was married to Ray, she had become the woman of the farm. She performed the dozens of tasks required of a farmwoman. In Donna's case, she performed more, for she had four men to take care of, and she was the only female in the household. Donna was pretty and comely; her body was curvy and. Pl;ease Mister Brad...it' hurt's to much...please stop...stop.' Mister Brad whispered to me 'you can beg, you can plead, you can even scream your head off. I'm gonna breed this pussy, you forget that you be my little bitch.' Mister Brad took hold of my head and held it in his huge hands and kissed my lips till I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. I tried to stop him but could not, he manage to suck my tongue into his mouth and suck on it as he kissed me. Slowly he started to hunch his. He didn’t return. The cold water I had had 1/2 an hour ago suddenly filled up my bladder. I wanted to pee so, I got up and moved towards the bathroom. The light was on. I could see from far. When I started getting closer, I realised that he hadn’t bolted the door from inside, the door was slightly open. Enough for me to see in the mirror that he was standing at the pot (Western style) and with one hand stroking his dick and with the other squeezing his chest and his ass (he was completely.