I parked my car on the drive Tim came walking up to me. He must have just rode home from work as he was wearing his lycra and the sweat on his brow ...hined in the sun. Are you looking forward to Friday night he asked. As he walked closer I couldn't help notice a huge Bulge in his shorts. What the fuck is that I asked myself, that's never his cock. He walked closer and I couldn't help but stare. It was huge you could see the outline of his big cock and he new it. It must have been 7 inches long. He continued tapping the needle like a nail with a hammer as he pulled the other two free with considerable force. I was moaning in ecstasy from the sensation, so close to orgasm…In a swift move, he pulled the last needle out and brought the riding crop down with maximum force on my seam in hard, unrelenting blows. I felt the crop snap in half against my pussy as I came. A torrent of cum squirted out of my hole as I screamed over and over again from the force of the shattering orgasm. My body. I almost always slept at home, and we were usually at home together on the weekends, at least until I got really busy with work on the ranch.At home, mom cooked and kept house when she wasn't working. They both worked long hours and sometimes I didn't get picked up from Aunt Bessie's until after dinner. But we had a pretty close relationship, except when mom would lecture me about covering my body, and keeping my virginity, and staying away from boys, and, and, and... I learned to tune it. I spread my knees and lifted my breasts as I had done so many times, hoping they were satisfied with me. I would gladly have served them with my body, but they showed surprisingly little interest in my naked, helpless form. One of the men reached behind my head and unbuckled the straps of my gag."Thank you, master," I said. "How may I serve you, master?" I expected the gag had been released for a reason - a price I would gladly pay to be relieved of its discomfort."Lie down, and rest," he said,.