Finished at last he withdrew and they let me slide to the ground where I lay sobbing as the spent semen leaked from me.?Looks like lunchtime to me. Ti... her up and we can relax. Did anyone bring some beers.? Karen produced some tent pegs and under her direction I was staked out, face up, spread-eagled on the ground. A couple of cold boxes were retrieved from where they had been hiding and they settled down to lunch.It was a bizarre situation, I was bound, naked, exposed, humiliated whilst all. ”“That’s be fun. Meena’ll tell her about you two scamps terrorizing the area.”“We weren’t that bad...”“Tell me about it. Anyway, I’m off to inspect the southeast paddock. I’ll be home in the mid-afternoon.”“With a crew?”“Yes. Three of us on Yamahas. We’ll ride east and then south along the creek and then the fence line. Next week, we’ll do the east-west fence.”“Couldn’t you take Saturday off?”“If I’m back in the afternoon, it’s a half day. And outside of the milking, tomorrow’s free.”“Right.. I moaned. The pleasure was incredible. It was such a treat to experience. I licked more and more of my futa-cum out of Branka's sweet snatch, my tongue digging deep into her as I enjoyed Lidija's tight snatch sliding up and down my dick. My futa-cock ached. My pussy clenched. The pleasure built and swirled around my ovaries, a new load of cum ready to erupt out of them and spill into the girl's depths.“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Branka. “Breed her, too! Like you bred me, President Futa!”“I want. For a moment I was off-center. I loved dancing, especially to such a nice slow song, but the height difference was disconcerting. I was used to be led on the floor, but I was also used to being shorter than my partner. When she pulled me close, there was a clear spot around us as folks watched. I know it wasn't simply because it was two ladies dancing, because Donna and her partner were frequently on the floor, as were several others, including Valarie and a few different women. But there was.