"Shit" She screamed."Pretty much." came the voice of a man who was sitting on the front of the now ruined manure spreader. The man was in his 50s wit... black pants and suspenders, a blue shirt and a straw hat. He had a long salt and pepper beard, but with no mustache it was a distinctly odd look, that she recognized as belonging to the Amish.He got down off of the cart like contraption and began to try and soothe the attached horse. "Shtey, Shtey" he whispered in the horse's ear as it tried. I was then shackled with my hands over the beam, which forced me to stand on the tips of my toes."As she took a sip of water, she noticed that all three men had bulges in their pants."The first man to come down and find me in this position, took off his belt. I braced for the feeling of him trying to slide into my womanhood. His belt struck my ass. I screamed with the shock of it. The second strike I was able to stifle my scream. Each strike got harder and I fought hard not to give him the. She said bas. I said common, dikha to diya hi hai. Let me have a complete view. On my request, she removed her top and said, “Yeh le. Dekh le ache se.” It was too much for me. The girl I love most is standing in front of me topless wearing only shorts.My dick was again restless. I was not able to understand what should I do. I asked her if I can touch them. She asked me to shut up. I said please. While talking my hand was continually rubbing my dick. She finally agreed, I approached her and. There was a younger couple who would come in together, the top tall and skinny, with a long, uncut cock, and the bottom shorter, with darker skin and a nice uncut cock too. They were only interested in each other, though. And then there would be the obviously straight guys, who either would leave their bathing suits on or wrap up tight in a towel and all but cross their legs. They were a bit of a downer on the action, especially if they started talking about, well, anything. But a couple of.