I could tell that she was complaining because she was right on the edge and there wasn’t enough pain to take her over the top.As Herr Dunkler had sa...d, the wheel sped up once the slaves were going all the way under the water. About the bottom third of the wheel was now under water, so the slaves were rotating under at about the eight o’clock position and not coming back up until the four o’clock point.It stayed there for a couple of rotations and then moved rather rapidly back up to where most. I found my hand sliding into my pants to stroke my hard-on, I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting. The thought of her showing off to another man was making me so hot. She turned to me and asked, "What do you think so far? Do you think this might cause a stir?" I could barely speak. "Perhaps," I said. She then spun around and continued to thumb through the drawer until she pulled out black seamed nylon stockings, which she then proceeded to pull over her long, and shapely legs. When. Come on, hurry I want this." Kathy said. When we got to her apartment she asked me to wait in the living room as she went into her bedroom. I sat down on the floor in front of the couch and a few min later Kathy came out naked. Kathy leaned over me and unbuttoned my shirt. Then she undid my paints and grabbed my dick. Kathy took the head into her mouth and started stroking the shaft. She took her other hand and started fondling my balls. My head fell back on the couch as she took her. "Hope your new and improved biceps are up to the task. We've got a big pile of dung we need to shovel in twenty minutes."I sighed. "Ah, shit."As one might expect, the worst thing about manure is the smell. The stuff isn't particularly heavy, and there were far more exhausting things we could be assigned to in this place. Personally, I would much rather shovel manure than clean the bathrooms or do kitchen work.But of course, there was the smell. Hang around the crap long enough and it feels like.