We still couldn’t keep up, so we pulled fifty women off the chopping crews and had them picking peas and beans to pack in crates so we could haul th...m to the depot for shipping. This was going even better than we first thought. We took the flat shipping crates to the field, loaded on a wagon and pulled by a team of horses. We put those same ten women back to folding them into crates, and placing on the ground. They were quickly filled before they were lifted and stacked onto the rubber-tired. Jenny could hear another door open and a male voice in the near distance. Jenny didn’t recognize the language being shared between the man and the young lady but it was pleasant to hear ears. As the man approached the table he said a few words that she could not understand and then proceeded to lightly dribble oil across Jenny’s back. His hands were large and strong, but his touch was gentle and firm. As his hands worked out every kink that ever existed in her back she could feel another pair. "I see surprise on his face and that pleases me. Then I see understanding. I can see the bulge in his jeans and he says, "Yes, M'Lady. You are."Then I see something different. It is something feral. It sends a shiver down my spine.Chuck's POVThe woman I saw on the bed was a well known stranger to me. Yes, that's an oxymoron, but the combination of beauty and vulnerability from the day we met had returned and it was just as intoxicating. I had never had a bondage experience, not even a mock. My scrotum, that had held them at one time shrank back into my body and formed perfectly shaped lips with a single hole in the middle. Still my orgasm had not taken me and I continued reading the next instruction. " Take the shaft of your penis in your fingers and mutter, "Ibin Cantin" five times as well." This I did and as I proceeded doing so, I felt a tremendous orgasm shoot through my body. My hands shot outward from my penis and gripped the chair as wave after wave of pleasure shot through.