After washing the dirt off in the spring, he cut a chunk and took a tentative bite. The taste was fairly bland, but there wasn't anything offensive ab...ut it. Making up his mind, he dug up a dozen or so of them out of the soft dirt, careful to disturb the plants as little as possible, washed the pseudo-potatoes and nestled them onto the hide so they wouldn't fall off. Now if I had some onions and carrots, I could make sort of a stew, he thought. Well, maybe later. In the meantime, I'll do some. I hated it; it was so humiliating. I was crying my the time she finished. The act itself wasn't that unpleasant, physically. She got off me, I could hear her breathing, she was mightily turned on, as was I. I was surprised at how hard my dick felt, it was in an uncomfortable position beneath me. Kennedy pushed me on my side, and saw my tears. "Why didn't you use the safeword?" She asked, I think she thought she'd gone too far, and I had, again, not used the safeword to stop her. She'd be very. After a couple of minutes a couple came into the store they were both well-dressed but the woman took charge and briefly looked at me. "Hi Shona, we have kept our appointment, are they in?" Shona came out with 2 small packages" yes arrived today, they are fiddly to put on let me show you." At this she took out of one box what I would later find out was a CBT. Shona knelt by me and pulled my panties down, exposing my cock and balls. With a practised hand she cupped my balls and passed a plastic. ..I was massaging....or rather I was squeezing her plumpy, milky, shaved thighs. My cock was so hard that I was feeling so uncomfortable to hold it within. I got an idea.I carefully guided her leg towards my pant & made her feet rest on my cock. I think she felt my hard on & immediately she jumped up saying that she is ok now, thanked me & sent me back to study. I was so angry by what she did. I went back & the only thing I had in mind was to jerk off. An idea struck me. I crept into her.