Matthew, Mark and Phillip got the wagons hitched, while the women were fixing breakfast. As soon as we'd eaten and packed the cooking stuff away, they...moved the wagons out.The rest of us formed up around the cattle and horses, and got them moving as well. After a few days, we found we only needed four to six people with the herd at any one time. We'd have one or two people riding at the point. One or two bringing up the rear and keeping the stragglers moving. We'd also have one person on each. “I want to rent your smithy for a few days, maybe a week.”“Of course, sire, at your sire’s discretion,” the smith answered bowing and received a coin pouch.“Don’t talk about it. I don’t want nosy visitors,” Roban said and handed the man another bulging coin pouch.When Roban left the smithy the smith was smiling brightly.Roban’s next direction was the town’s marketplace. The market was lively, people all around. Some booths were opened already, selling food and beverages to the many curious. Then her oily hands cupped my hairy balls and stroked my cock. I let out a moan. Her hand moved faster up and down my long shaft. I closed my eyes and let them do what they wanted. I thought of the $200. The older woman taking the photos was issuing instructions to Samantha I couldn't hear. I wasn't paying attention. The hand job was most pleasurable I came with out warning. Cum shot on to my face and chest. Spurt after spurt. My eyes were shut. How embarrassing. "I'm sorry " I pleaded.. She stopped it before it could reach its destination, and whimpered: "No! Please!"The young woman, not missing a beat, leaned in and said softly: "There was so much of it, she told me, that she could barely swallow it all!"Millie could feel the blood rushing into her cheeks. She felt the young woman's body pressing against her; the bulge in her crotch digging deep into her hip. "No, please... Please... I don't..." You don't what?", asked the voice teasingly... "You don't want my hard cock.