I didn't know that woman, or what she haddone; what she had gone through."You weren't there because you were having a lovely time with yourfamily, gir.... Somebody hurt you and the people who should haveprotected you didn't. That's why you'd run away from them. It happensall the time. You're one of the lucky ones."I suppose I was lucky - lucky to be a high-class prostitute at the beckand call of a wealthy criminal."Thank you," I repeated."You're welcome. Now, about tonight..." This was why he had. "Clyde, as soon as Julie is through examining you, you can get dressed and join us for farm chores." Nancy said.After a few more minutes of Julie fondling my cock and balls, she said, "You can get dressed now. I am really glad to have met you."The rest of the morning went pretty good, but after lunch Nancy asked Julie if she wanted some target practice. She agreed and then the women took me downstairs to the basement. There was a wooden horse with a saddle on it. Next to it were many riding. Too fast. Her heel gave out, not quite broken, but damaged. She bent down, the hem of her skirt rising almost up to her waist, her rich shapely legs wide apart, the hose on their lovely shape glistening in the late afternoon sun. She tried to fix the heel but then noticed that the run on her hose on her calf rear had worsened.'Yo bitch' startled her! She looked up to see four teens coming towards her, big guys, young but strong, smiling, smirking, fuckers with attitude. She stood to attention,. Just like I predicted, in no time he was shooting his sticky cream down my throat. Again, I spat it out and used some gum to hide the taste.Sitting back down on the stall, I looked at my watch. That whole experience only took ten minutes. What was I going to do until then? Then another cock was put through the hole. Damn it. How many dicks was I going to have to suck before I could get to my cock? When I realized what I had just thought, I found myself mortified and began to laugh. Up until a.