This curiously reassuring fact was the only happy thought in a time during which both women were constantly thirsty and had become increasingly scrawn.... The women pooled together their different survival skills and lore, augmented by what Demure had learnt from the now-deceased Quagga whose original home had been in a drought-prone expanse of savannah before Demure’s tribe seized her. There were succulent plants that could be ripped apart for their store of water, ants and beetles that could be. "Well our lunch should be here soon. "We'll have time to 'talk' after that," I said. We finished our lunch without further incident and left the diner and headed back to the cabin. But the ride back would not be an easy one for her. After we got underway, I reached into my pocket once more and turned on the remote. "Oh, Master... please... I... I can't...ohhh, fuuuck... " she moaned, loudly now that we were in the car. "Oh, my pet, I think you can... if you try really hard!" I said, teasing. Cindy was still looking for her shoes when she heard the front office door opening. She dove behind her father's desk and crawled underneath it.Cindy could hear the men enter the room and exchange greetings. She thought she heard four different men but couldn't be sure. Cindy's father had a massive, dark, oak desk in his office. The front of the desk came down all the way to the plush carpeted floor. Cindy didn't want to get her father in trouble and was starting to think that she would be safe. He grew to a solid 6 and a half, maybe 7 inches by the time he was fully erect. I was so horny for his cock that I dropped both knees to the concrete floor. I didn't care who would walk in at this point. I put both hands on his hips as i bobbed my head up and down on his magnificent cock. I pushed my head all the way down until his cock hit the back of my throat. I pushed a little harder to see if I could get him in my throat but had no luck.I had practiced deep throating with my wife's dildo.