“Oh yes sir, that’s it sir push it in sir” she sighed and I could tell by her breathing that she was ready, she did let out a yelp as I got the ...ead inside but then it was plain sailing as I pushed deeper and deeper until my balls hit the back of her legs and I started to slowly thrust in and out as she gripped the back of the sofa hard.Her cries were muffled as I got into a steady rhythm thrusting in harder and deeper each time and I knew that I wasn’t going to last too long and with Sharon. ﾓM-Master... I beg you...ﾔMy hair was being seized. He was sinking down on me. The smell of him added to my nausea.ﾓR-Reckon... a little... sucking... wonﾒt do him... no harm... ﾓ he slobbered, hands mauling me brutally. ﾓGet to work, slave...ﾔI had to do it... however I felt.Even if I vomited whilst I did it, I still had to do it.My head went down... and I prayed that some thunderbolt would strike me into oblivion. But it did not.The overseerﾒs obscene piece of male flesh remained to be dealt. I wanted to lean over and taste his big, beautiful, thick, black cock again, but I was so nervous. When Derek looked over at me and said, “come here” and motioned for me to go down on him, I eagerly dove at the chance. In the dark, in his car, I clomsily undid his pants and pushed my face into his crotch. His giant soft, yet firm feeling cock filled my every sense. It was the only thing in the world and I enjoyed every inch, curve and vein as licked and kissed his ever growing manhood. I lapped. " When's that?" Depends on the weather." Tell me." Well, if we have a dry summer the grain ripens sooner and we might start at the end of July. If we have a wet one we wait until it dries out and then do it but if it starts raining again we do it willy-nilly in early September. The grain is the most important product but we need the straw for feed and if that's too wet it rots when it's baled and that can mean it catching on fire." Crikey! That could be dangerous." And expensive because you can.