His mouth tasted awful, vile and sour, and his thirst pushed all else from his pained head. He tried to spit and failed. He levered himself to his kne...s and attempted to stand, surprised to find that his hands and feet were tied. With a groan, he passed out again, face down in the fragrant hay.Despite the heat, Wainder was not sweating. His scratched face was pale and dry. The lump on the side of his head had stopped bleeding.High above the French's barnyard, a red hawk sailed in huge circles. I could hear the businessmen filing into the room, the sound of excitable chatter going on between them. They approached the cage standing or walking all around me making comments about how I was tied or my body. Every now and again I would suddenly be touched on my pussy or arse, a nipple squeezed here and there. That explains what the larger cut outs in the cage mesh were for. Each time they touched me it was unexpected and I would flinch slightly, pulling against the binds. I could smell. I got on my knees pretending I dropped something and was going to pick it up. . I spread her legs wide and I brought my finger out of her pussy and used my hands to split her pussy lips apart. I brought my mouth to her pussy. I licked her lips before I entered her juicy pussy with my tongue. This sent a quiver down her spine. I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy and started exploring every facet of it. Apparently I found a sensitive part as I heard Mrs. Rose moan quietly. She covered her. And what a lovely chest it was....mhhhh. At this point I almost knew what was going to happen next and I was highly anticipating it :) She opened her eyes, looked over to me and reached out for my tits. She grabbed them, squeezed them. She had a firm grip. I like that. As you can imagine I was quite wet already. So I looked at her and asked if I could touch myself, to which she replied with just a quick nod. I put my hand down my towel and started touching myself while she was still squeezing.