30pm, in time to help with the busy period. The kitchen staff always stayed in the kitchen. I was 12 years old, athletic, with a firm but mature young...body and tight arse. I was well blessed in the cock department. I used to wear a singlet and tight sports shorts most of the time, with no underwear. It was more comfortable like that. What I didnt realise is that kit was also a turn-on to certain patrons. Anyway, one afternoon during school holidays, I was all alone when Bernie and Bob, two. It was early autumn, and with a long weekend upon us and the Monday being a public holiday, my dad insisted that I accompany them. The thought of sleeping in a tent and using public ablutions for three days, was more than I could bear.When we arrive in ‘hell,’ my dad and brother observed that the place is not very busy for this time of year, and there were only a half dozen other tents scattered about. Most of the other men look like carbon copies of Drake and Alvin and were are butch and. Lisa stuck a finger as deep as she reached in her warm sex as the cock penetrated Sara's mouth and slid down her throat. She could see how it bulged when the throat gave way to the cock, and suddenly Sara's chin was pressed against the farmer's balls."Oh yes... good girl," groaned the farmer, holding her head with both hands. Lisa could see Sara trembling from the effort to hold the cock in her throat, gagging and whimpering, and when the big farmer finally pulled out his cock, she croaked. ‘And as a special treat for doing so well this month, Jessie is going to perform for the team again. Up you go Jessie.’ I knew what I had to do. I climbed onto the table and lifted my dress slowly up over my head, wiggling my hips to imaginary music at first, then when Andrew hit the button on the conference room projector, to the sound of the soft porn music they’d laid over my videos. I threw my dress towards the corner of the room and stood there in my crotchless panties offering them an.