My room was now just an arrangement of different sex furniture and kept locked at all times from prying eyes. It was time for my main milking session....There was always one session a day that was more ritualized than others. Mr. Savage announced he had something new he wanted to try and put my leash on taking me to his room. A new contraption was now in the place of where one of his bookcases had been. He gave me a guided tour of it explaining it was something that he and Frank had been working. He could quit today, if he wanted, and never think about working again. I'll give him another bonus when his part is done, of course, but in the end, although it may take awhile, he'll make me far more profit than anyone here will expect or envision, and the town and its citizens will make even more out of this than I will. Hell, it might take me five years to break even, but one day the profits will pour in. Who cares how long it takes? Little One has seen to that. He held back a chuckle that. This was an area where most of the brush was low to the ground so that we should be able to see the hogs as they hunted their breakfast.We were probably luckier than we deserved, but we spotted a boar of the size we wanted very shortly after we approached where the hogs were at work. I lined up my double barrel shotgun on the boar and fired one round. Oh, Man, the result was exactly what we had hoped for: the boar was mortally wounded and fell over after it had taken only a couple of steps. Of. Her tongue came out, curled up at the edges, with pools of pearly pussy juice in the pink cup and dripping from the edges, as if her tongue were an overfilled soupspoon.She savored it in her mouth, swallowed it down, then shot her tongue in to gather some more, like a hummingbird drinking nectar from a fleshy blossom.She fucked and fluttered on Holly's vibrant clit for a few moments, then began working on her cunt again, lapping the goo out and gulping it down.Relishing that fuckhole feast,.