We were told that most people signing up either did as a single expecting the instructors to pair them up or full teams. Technically two people isn't ... full team, but after a consultation with the Confederacy they decided to leave us alone and not add anyone. We did have our first class and it's a bit awkward with two people but Erica and I worked out a way to split the work. We actually came in fourth in our first exercise despite only having the two of us. There are currently thirty-six. ”“That’s okay, I’ve missed three now. But I really don’t miss them. It’s probably from all the hard work we’ve been doing.”“I don’t miss them either. Especially since it would take away from the time I get Jake between my legs.”“Yah, I wouldn’t want to give up any of that time either.”I didn’t know what they were talking about, but whatever this period thing was I didn’t want them to have any more if it would affect my fucking them.We finished moving the cows on May 22, two days before we were. Why, why. Valerie sobbed all the way home.Arriving home. "Get out you cunt," Steve ordered, "do your walk of shame."Valerie sat in the house quietly sobbing, knowing what she looked like now and no way of hiding it, staring at her piercings and what tattoos she could see. Thinking would her life ever go back to how it was six months ago when all she had to do was get spanked hard. But the flaming tattoo on her cunt lips they shouted back no."The fucking starts in the mooring whore, I suggest. It seemed I had already been through a war before we ever began our sexual escapade. No words were exchanged as he lifted my hips slightly, pressing the head of his swollen penis against my entrance. I was dripping liquid arousal onto him. Immediately I began to beg, desperate for him to split me open. “As you wish.” He winked down at me as he pushed all the way in immediately. It was slightly painful, burning as inch after inch of him slid into my fiery depths. I opened my mouth, but no noise.