“Make that two-hundred.” Steve said confidently.“Two-hundred and fifty…..since I will be hurting my poor old hands slapping those powerful bal...s.” Said Mrs. Joey in an authoritative tone. “This time, I am not going easy on you and I don’t care how swollen or bruised your balls are after the match.”Mrs. Joey retreated away from Steve’s ear as she began the next step of the testicle inspection which involves flicking balls. Flicking balls is a great way to give the inspector to test the. He pulls his hand from my mouth and I fill my lungs to scream for Stanbut before I can yell, he stuffs a balled up piece of cloth into mymouth. Before I can spit it out, he starts winding what has to be an ACEbandage between my teeth and around my head. He ties it off aftercircling my head a dozen times.He climbs off me enough to pull my arms behind me, cross my wrists andbind them with more soft cloth. I do the only thing that's left... Istart kicking the side of the car with my high heels,. Carla took the local rancher back to the room and sheathed his dick in a heartbeat. She started sucking him like a milking machine using both hands and her powerful suction. The rancher didn't take off his pants or his hat; he just stood there and emptied his balls into the condom, in her mouth. Carla took his cash tip and they were back in the lobby in just a few minutes where the madam swiped his credit card again and took his signature. He tipped his hat to Bruce and winked as he left. Bruce. She could not control her gag reflex, but she fought it and simply swallowed each emission as it erupted from the convulsing organ in her mouth. The semen tasted warm, bittersweet and musty. Her sacrifice and degradation was finally rewarded as her fingers closed around the hard bakelite telephone.Now that she had been completely defiled she felt no shame as she made pretence of compliant participation and moved her free hand up and cupped the youth's scrotum, gently milking the last of his.