It was warm and meaty. I touched it with my tongue and tasted salty precum. My tongue explored the underside of her cock head and found it smooth and ...elicious.I opened my mouth wider and took another inch into my mouth. I could feel the blood pulsing through her small prick and imagined that her heart must be pounding as hard as mine. I looked up at Jenny and saw her watching me with the tip of her pinky finger in the corner of her mouth. Her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed. Both were very handsome, built and muscled, bald heads, very dark skin. They were in their late forties. They invited me to chat and have drinks.We chatted about nothing in particular.Their accents indicated that they had both been educated in England…The next hours were spent discussing terms of some business loan. I was sitting opposite them and often crossed my long legs, exposing lots of thigh which I noticed they were looking at. A couple of times I went over to them to look at information. You know who I am and what my name is, but what about you?” I asked. “That’s a fair question,” she said thoughtfully. Then, she suddenly grabbed hold of my cock and used it to pull herself up, jerking me towards her as she stood. With her hand still wrapped around my cock, slowly moving back and forth and softly squeezing, she leaned up into my ear and whispered, “I’m a goddess.” Then she laughed and danced away from me, leaving me speechless and afraid to touch my cock lest it erupt. I. We walked down a dirt path along side of her house and across a large field to the barn. The sun had set already, and the valley was awash in the blue light of dusk. My bare feet stepped gingerly over the dry weeds. Ms. Beck unlocked a combination padlock on the barn door, and leaned her shoulder into the large sliding door to push open. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. There were black iron shackles hanging from the rafters in the middle of the barn. She took me to them.?Arms.