"I THOUGHT you were working HARD." she said with a grin. "Maybe I can help with that." and she knelt in front of me and grasped the rigid shaft in her...hand. Before I could object, which I wasn't going to anyway, she pulled the foreskin all the way back and started to lick my shaft, up and down; swirling her tongue on the little strap of skin on the underside of my head. I just leaned back and watched, and enjoyed.She bobbed her mouth over the helmet, sucking rhythmically, driving me mad.Then. Leaning forward, Amber licked his balls through the thin material while her fingers glided to his hips to begin inching down his shorts at a snail-like pace. Time no longer mattered. The usually impatient lover pulled the plug on the clock to indulge her newfound Dom with abject subservience. She was learning that it was the giving, the sacrifice of self that mattered in submission. Even after liberating his cock, the hungry girl refused to hurry, continuing the undressing at a slow pace,. The harvest finally ended a couple of weeks ago and the workers are being shuttled into orchards where orange and citrus harvests are just starting.Without the National Service slave labor, California fruits and vegetables would rot in the fields and the grocery stores would be empty. We sure aren’t importing fruit and vegetables from Mexico!We didn’t have questions and answers after the show because there was no live stream, but Dr. D suggested that we might want to plan on my little speech. While giving it, she accidentally looked down and walked away with a naughty smile on her lips. I didn’t realize for a moment what happened but when I looked down I saw that I was walking with a morning hard-on. I was like “Shit…so embarrassing”The whole day, I couldn’t make an eye contact with her – while she was talking normally to me. After our diner, I excused myself, took a couple of beers and went up while they both were watching the TV. I’m usually dressed in a short and a sleeveless tee.