I had only let myself lower a few inches, the extra girth made it feel so unlike any cock I’d had inside me before, I must admit to watching the por... videos and sometimes thinking ‘That size must be painful’, but this was proving that wasn’t the case now anyway, it wasn’t at all, it was just a feeling of complete fullness, possibly helped by the amount of lubrication I was producing!Tom saw this in my eyes and as I looked down and watched his lovely cock slip into me once more, I closed my eyes. I saw what appeared to be several cameras facing that area, and around the outside there was a huge crowd of men, sitting on benches.He pushed me into the center of the area, where there was a round metal post coming out of the floor, maybe 2 inches across and 6 feet high. When I was next to the post he said, 'On your knees.' and when I hesitated he slapped me again, even harder than the last time, and I fell to the floor.He grabbed me roughly and pushed my back against the post, and quickly. The sleaze ball at the front desk was nowhere to be seen, and Jenny headed for the door. "Not so fast. Give me the dress." She looked horrified. "What if he comes back?" Just give me the dress. That's better. Now go behind the desk and lean over towards me, like the guy was when we came in." She did as she was told. "Now spread your legs wide and put your arms around my neck. That's right. OK, now kiss me." Jenny was unsure but did as she was told. "You're going to tell me everything that. " Come here, pumpkin," Sorrel told her. "Are you thinking you'd like some good old-fashioned yamming?" God, yes." Pepper settled into his arms. "It's been a week, and I've been dreaming about your zucchini." Glad to hear it, because the past few days, all I've been able to think about is your sweet little potato," Sorrel said. He hugged her. "Come on, baby, let's go upstairs so we can cabbage." Upstairs? My rutabaga's so wet just thinking about your hard eggplant that I'm afraid I'll drip when.