My mind was racing as I removed my hand from my asshole. I could feel and smell his jizz on my hand. It had a sweet sent. I raised my hand to my face ...nd sniffed even closer. Why did it smell so good to me? Something came over me and I decided to lick it off my hand. It tasted better then the facial he me made me give myself when he pounded my ass.I wanted more so I reached back and slid a finger into my ass. It was so loose so I became curious to see how many more I could fit. To my surprise 3. The families would start to arrive on a Friday, prepared to spend the weekend and leave on Monday to return home.Usually, they left a handy man or one member of the family behind to tend the livestock. The rest of the families would then meet at the chosen home for a huge barbeque which every one enjoyed. Usually since there were not enough bedrooms for everyone, the men would sleep in the bunkhouse with the boys and the women and girls would sleep in a large room (often a loft) that could be. It was large and equipped with a kitchen and bathroom. Shelves of canned food and water filled one wall. Another wall had furniture and the television. A black girl huddled in the corner, her back to him, smothering a black boy in her clutches. She had three stiff pigtails sticking out from her head. And a metal collar around her neck.Steele climbed down the stairs. The girl hunched over more, trembling with each squeak of a step. The boy wriggled in her grasp until he could peek under her arm.. I was surrounded by fields of mostly thick grasses, no signs of habitation anywhere. I couldn't decide if that made me more or less likely to be raped until I found some clothes and figured out where I was.I tied the gown at the back as best as I was able, then tried to decide what to do. There were some larger trees a few hundred yards away, and I decided to head towards them - maybe I could find myself a stick as a weapon, and at least find some cover so I'd be less likely to be discovered by.