Wiping a bit of sweat from her brown, Melina rose from the milking stool and carried the pail toward the barrel where the sweet cream would be seperat...d from the rest of the milk and made into butter. After pouring the milk in, she returned the bucket and milking stool to their proper places in the barn, patted the cow affectionately and stepped into the fresh spring air.It was an unusually warm day for March, and most of the people in her village were out taking advantage of the reprieve from. He had a confused sleepy look on his face, as I explained my situation. Fortunately, however, he then invited me into his room with a friendly smile.After swallowing two pills supplied by him he told me to sit at his desk. From behind me, he began massaging my head and shoulders. Neal’s fat fingers were incredible and within five minutes my headache was gone.As I arose and thanked him he appeared somewhat embarrassed. There was a huge tent in his pyjama pants, which was easily discernible even. “Sooooo - what’s can I do for you girls?” I asked, glancing at the new girl. “Selling girl scout cookies?”Lori rolled her eyes. “We already told Teri about you. She promised not to say anything.” She moved up to me, pushing herself onto her tip toes. I leaned down and kissed her, her sweet tongue against mine.“Everything?” I slid my hands down to her tight little butt. Prison might be in my future, but I may as well enjoy the ride for all it’s worth.“Well just the part about how you raped us. Her anus outturned around its exit, the pink cuff of flesh pulsing around the sucking nodes that passed through it. Her cock twitched with orgasmic spasms, spewing cum without pressure, for the flow was continuous, and the climax would not subside. “My name is ‘Destiny’ by the way.” I said, petting her hair as I did such terrible things to her, “I come out when Zander is feeling sexually vulnerable. He wants to be your victim, and he’s very curious about the dungeon you have, but he needs to be.