As soon as her mom left the room to go downstairs Brandy immediately began to play with my cock. She got down on her knees putting them on the crib ma...tress that had yet to be put in. I watched her put her mouth on it and tried in one motion to put it deep into her throat. She gagged and coughed “It’s been a while” then chuckled just before putting it back in. I was acting as the look out, listening for any sign that her mom was going to come back up. Brandy was cock hungry, her eyes were. To make the horse receptive to fucking me, what I first thought was a rag wiping up the copious amount of donkey sperm still dripping from my vagina, was actually saturated with the urine of a mare in heat.The horse that had, at first, looked at me with disinterest, was now a different beast. He stamped his feet. He shook his head and dribbled spit. Even his two handlers were having difficulty holding him.To make me even more afraid they made a point of showing me his cock. It got bigger and. But I wasn’t her biggest problem. No, her biggest problem had just turned the corner.“Mike, I think you should go to work,” my mom said evenly.“I think you’re right,” I hastily agreed. “Bye, Mom. Bye Liz.”I kissed Mom on the cheek and beat an even hastier retreat. I heard my mom’s very firm voice as I left the house.“Elizaveta Petrovna, go to your room. I’ll be there shortly.”I got into my car, started it, put in gear, and got the hell out of the driveway. The LAST place I wanted to be right. It can package four hundred pieces per minute. Right now, I’d say that’s running at around three hundred.”Jim said, “You’re right on – it’s set for three hundred pieces per minute.”“I’m quite proud of that machine.”“You should be proud of it. It’s a marvelous machine,” Sherry said.She leaned over and listened to the machine for a second. There was a little undercurrent of noise that didn’t sound right. It was a low frequency thrum that occasionally changed volume. Considering that the machine.