Shilana strode over to them, brushing her hands off on the sides of her flapping robe.“That should do it for today,” she sighed, wiping sweat off ...er brow. The Watchman waved for the anxiously onlooking farmers to proceed. No one moved.“Go on, it won’t harm you!” Shilana yelled. Under her breath, she muttered, “Damn bumpkins!”“They don’t know any better,” Leo mildly admonished her. Then he strode towards the first cart and hailed the nervously fidgeting farmer.“Come, good sir. You can enter our. And it’s not a requirement on this ranch.” They all guffawed at that.“OK,” said Bill, looking around. “It seems to me the three of us want another go at her.” We all nodded, and the muffin began to shake her head violently again. She knew better than to scream or call names after the last torture session, and she could see the whips and chains hanging on the wall for our pleasure. “It seems to me too,” Bill continued, “that we have a nice scenario to perform here. I like fucking her. ” Says Jeremy, looking at the camera rather than his wife’s huge boobs. “As if you even look!” She sniggers. There’s nothing mean in her comment, it’s very matter of fact.As if to demonstrate her point that Jeremy isn’t paying attention, she pulls the cups of her bra down and eases those big mammaries out into plane site. Unleashed, they hang down well below the line of the bra, obscuring the cups she’s just peeled down. She gives them a wobble toward Jeremy, who overacts – throwing both hands. She gasped again, breathing heavily at the breast and clit stimulation. He moved his mouth back up her breasts, up her neck, nibbling on her earlobe then kissing her mouth again.She fell back against the wall with him. He continued kissing and rubbing her, as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop. She started focusing more on what she was doing to him because what she was receiving felt too good, and she didn’t want to cum yet. She slid down his boxers, first with her.