People came loaded down with vegetables. A few of them I had to pay, other I promised bowls of stew and their names on the list of those who donated t... the Christmas stew for the homeless. Thirty gallons was going to be a hell of a lot of stew. We planned to deliver some of it to the area shelters. And sell the rest with every penny of the proceeds going to the homeless shelter’s food pantry funds. Tables were being set up inside local churches even as Edwardo and I cut and cooked. She gasped then bit her lower lip as she slowly lowered herself onto his thick shaft. Her master smiled and placed his strong hands on her trembling thighs. "Tighten on me and lift up until I'm just inside you then relax and settle right down as far as you can go ... that's it! Again, slower to start with. Ahhhh - good little slave ... slower - yes!"Alexa was grateful that Marek had used a pressure-sensing dildo during her training. He'd locked her wrists at the ends of a metal pole that stuck. .. don't... put it back in," she whispered.Ed grinned. Then it slowly faded, his eyes twinkling, seeming to grow a shade murkier. "Now... cunt, you're going to show a little respect for a real cock." Ed's eyes telegraphed messages as he pointed to the corner of the room, his free arm swinging in a long sweeping arc-- pointing.Mimi's eyes followed his movement, then stopped, suddenly very wide, very shocked with understanding.Motionless, alert and obediently rooted to the spot where he had been. As Vance sprayed with vigor, Karen regarded the crate for the first time. It was three feet wide, and just as tall. It appeared to be ten feet long. It looked heavy. On the end panel, it was marked: MADAGASCAR- Farm Implements.Turning to Jack, Karen asked, "How am I ever supposed to get that off the truck?" You couldn't." replied Jack. "It took three men and me to put it in there."He continued, " Take the paper from my shirt pocket. On it is the name of a man to ask the guard at the campus gate.