’ The Feed Mill was really a general store for farmers. Most of the space was devoted to animal feed, either in bags or in bulk. It carried a variet... of other supplies, from baling wire to lubricants and even disinfecting chemicals for the dairy barns. James didn’t know a thing about them, but as long as Bert kept issuing orders, he kept working. When Bert wasn’t there to direct him, he picked up a broom and swept the place out. He worked hard and the time went by fast. At the end of the day,. I made sure I had my money, and left for the shopping strip. I spent almost forty bucks buying things I had wanted before, but lacked the courage to buy them. Now I had everything I needed. Back in my room I used several ideas I had read in a few of the stories I found posted on the Internet, starting with birdseed and some old pantyhose. Using a scale and some trial and error, I crafted two small bags of birdseed to use as breastforms. After that it was three days of excruciating waiting,. As they chatted I could see their cocks swinging and moving. It excited me greatly. It was my favorite fantasy. Their balls were relaxed and hung down under their soft cocks; they looked bigger on both men in that position. The sight of their cocks and balls made me begin to get wet between my legs thinking of them jerking off for me as I watched them. I wondered?Like I stated before, my greatest turn on is to see a guy’s cock soft and relaxed hanging down like these cocks were doing. Each man. He enjoyed the show of my wanton lust until he was ready to withdraw the appendage from my warm mouth.He bent down and his thick saliva coated fingers slid to the bare tits that I had spent months practicing to offer up to him in this position. My breathing became heavier, my skin grew flush and I could feel myself becoming even more aroused as his fingertips pressed into my soft tissue and edged to my pink nipples which stood at strict attention for the man who owned them. As his hands brushed.