Rebecca looked at the wheel and decided to challenge. There were many more numbers on there that were lower than 55 than higher. Carl spun the wheel �...� it looked like it was going to land on the ‘1’, but it moved one more marker, landing on ‘12’. Still, a good call on Rebecca’s part. She was told to extend her left arm, the palm of her hand upwards. Carl took a light cane and pulled it through her palm, which was immediately on fire. After 12 strokes her hand was entirely red, with some blue. The men could eat there in the evening or choose from a couple of fast food reasturants in town. Of course the town was very happy with all the new business. The day before they were scheduled to leave, the crew was busy packing the work trailers with tools and supplies. Lori was home packing bags for Jack and Ben. "Hey babe," Lori heard Ben say as she answered the phone. "Hey Ben. How's the packing going?" "Almost done. I'm glad too. These young studs have worked me hard," Ben replied. "Don't. Fat cock in my ass. Penetrating me. A little further in and he took his hand away. He was into me now and he kept up a steady pressure as more and more of his enormous meat impaled my ass. He took hold of my ankles and put them onto his shoulders. With my hands free I reached up and locked my fingers around the back of his neck. Pulling him down onto me and causing more of his cock to go up my bottom. He lowered himself further and further. Finally his whole cock was inside me and his face was. "There's no problem with you wearing heels, skirts or dresses to work,we'll have to sort out a few things over the next couple of days but themost important thing is for you to work today, because everyone reallyneeds you."James looks even more nervous, I can imagine it's very hard to say no toPauline - she's very charming and persuasive.He looks at me, and I start to speak."Well there are some immediate issues, such as what toilet he uses,explaining why he's wearing a skirt and heels, people.