HAF-9 was arbitrarily selected as the cattle hauler, and it was cleared in its cargo area of everything except piles of hay. The deck was covered with...about six inches of hay, and the craft was dispatched with two others to act as cover after the workers disembarked. The roundup began, and, as expected, it was a real hassle to capture a bull. I wished that we had taped the efforts to catch that bull because it was so funny. However, it was probably well that we didn't because the human. "Oh shit," she shouted.'Yes that was my guess too,' I thought. Her turd was now pressing firmly against my embedded tongue so I licked the end of it, feeling its heat and texture.I've had a long held fantasy and now was the time to fulfill it. I pulled my tongue out of Wendy's arsehole and took hold of my hard cock, aiming it at her slightly gaping bumhole. The very tip of her shit was starting to emerge so I pressed the end of my cock onto her turd and pushed. A small amount of shit squeezed. ’ ‘You will attend to me properly or you can expect a spanking directly after breakfast, Kitty. Your choice.’ Kitty rolled her eyes to the ceiling, flexed her shoulders determinedly, and decided to give the Captain’s hand job her full attention. It was true, he had been most unselfish in his pleasuring of her, she supposed he had a point. When, a few minutes later, he unleashed pearlescent ropes of his seed all over her breasts and belly, he growled, ‘Much better, Kitty, you are learning well.’. The first one stood and walked over to offer her his manmeat. Bruce was glad to have her fed in short order. She gulped and gobbled and stroked and chortled until he blew a gasket. His gullet gusher filled her mouth and she brushed him aside and motioned for the next man to step up. One by one she satisfied the uninhibited Nordic studs as her husband watched her feed. In a place like this they would not need many other meals for her he thought to himself. Nina spoke up and told Carla she ought.