The speed makes it worse. I have to bite my lower lip to keep from screeching at the top of my lungs. My hands clutch tightly, grasping only loose c...umps of hay. My toes curl inward so tightly until they begin to cramp.The farmer fucks my ass with just half of his dick, but all of his effort. I could feel the wrinkles of my ass drawn out with each retreat of his dick, and pushed back inside itself with each plunge of his cock. The reaming persists for mere minutes, but feels like an. Pulling on my nipples while he continues to finger fuck my pussy and lick my clit. I’m moaning and start to cum, as he slides in a second finger. Pushing it in deeper and deeper, still licking my clit. As I finish shaking, he pulls his fingers from my pussy, flattens his tongue, and licks up all my juices. From my pussy to my clit, slowly licking along. He moves up to kiss me. I can taste my pussy on his tongue and in his mouth. As we kiss, I hear the sound of his fly opening, as he slides off. “Naughty. I never thought you’d come that quickly.” My leg, tortured already by her silk touch, was further abused by her lovely fingers, stroked by smooth knuckles, then lightly scraped by fingernails as the petting went up, then down. “Well I suppose we’ll have to punish you. But we need to move you first.” I heard her move around the bed and the ties at my wrists were loosened. “But...” I began my protest, and felt her fingertips at my lips. “Shh. You will not speak. You’re forgiven this. ‘Oh, that’s nice,’ I said. ‘Been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a bath.’ ‘Mrs. Couch bathes you regularly,’ Nancy said, noticing the way my eyes followed the swaying of her banana boobs which were still out there for all to see. ‘You aren’t Mrs. Couch,’ I reminded Nancy, who was a generation younger and far prettier than the matronly aid she referred to. As Nancy continued cleaning all the cum I had spat out, she couldn’t help but notice that what she was holding in her hand was getting longer,.