Her asshole tingled and burned, but the pain was fading, leaving only the strange pleasure. She knew her clit was stiff, and she wished she could rub ...t. Slowly, she began rocking her ass back to the spearing cock, wriggling it slightly as she felt his cock on the outstroke. She wanted to let herself go, to pound back and forth and really cum good.The man lost his rhythm, and she felt her big ass muscles squeezing and milking his suddenly jerking, throbbing cock. Then a hot spray of cum. I dipped some coffee out of the kettle by the fire and rinsed my mouth. The brighter colors were gone. I looked around, realizing that the sun was about to set.“How long was I out?” I asked.“At least six hours.” said Don, “That's from when we found you passed out.”“I feel fine, now.” I said.I saw about a serving worth of stew in a pot by the fire. They had saved it for me. I ate it out of the pot rather than dirty a bowl. As the sky shaded into a deep purple, Cathy brought me my guitar. I. " You seem surprised," Adam said. "Look, you researched this piece. You know the sort of person you're dealing with. The owners and the money men are exploiters. They seek profit at any cost. The male performers all think a big appendage makes you a big man. They believe that they are as important to the business as the females. They're wrong on both counts. The women are generally undereducated and they are playing on the only attribute they possess. As with so many things, the stereotype is. " What was it for, Aunt Rita? Are you sick with something?"She smiled and patted his hand. "Nothing for you to be concerned about, sweetie. Just woman problems." Oh, OK, that's definitely more than I need to know. I think I'll do a little net surfing in my room. If you don't feel like cooking dinner, that'll be fine with me. I way overdid it on the pizza and I can make a sandwich or something if I get hungry later."She kissed his cheek and headed up the stairs. "Thanks, Randall. I am feeling.