" Allan said hesitantly.Music to my ears. "As you've asked, Allan stay here, Rick go outside, round up the troops and form a line outside this room. Y...u at the front." I smiled and they obeyed."Are you sure about this?" Allan asked once Rick had left."Well, I'm doing this, and I'd like you to be my first." I rolled over onto my front and wiggled my bunny tail at him. I felt like a different girl. "Are you going to undo me or what?"Allan joined me on the bed, his hands were gentle as he unhooked. He searched my face and I nodded my approval. He smiled and pushed the cockhead past my sphincter. In a moment, he was fucking my asshole with the same energy. The man in a position to stimulate my clit was also working my empty, but messy pussy. His fingers moving from my pussy to my clit provided welcome lubrication to my throbbing clit. The other men resumed the attack on my other parts.They switched like this until each of them not only came in my pussy or asshole but successfully. From a barrel, into the cleaning bucket, and once they were cleaned, into the pot. Day after day, night after night, it was potatoes. He’d served aboard a ship a few years back that didn’t do potatoes; they had salted meats, cheese, and biscuits. It’d been a delicious trip, but he’d come back to his family quite sick. A man needs potatoes!But he doesn’t need to peel a thousand of them.“Captain, I don’t like the waters. The sky is clear but the water churns like my wife when she’s angry.. You know what that judge wanted me to do? He wanted me to stay that way while I cleaned his house or so he said. He promised to show me his studio. Then he pinched my buns and fondled my breasts. He was rough and it hurt. I told him I didn't want the job and he offered me more money. I'm not working for anyone who hurts me, judge or no." That's awful! You left, I hope?'"I did. I hated to because I'm broke. I wish I could get even with that old bastard." I'll give it some thought. Where are you.