The alpha growled in frustration and shoved the still crosseyed face down into the sheets. He put his boot on the boys head to mount him better and dr...lled him harder than before. The twink's cock seemed to drool endlessly as his hole is drilled without pause. Finally the grunt the stud bottomed out in the now feminine looking sissy. He removed his new bitch breaker from the sissy's poor ass as a large glob a thick white cum poured from the now winking hole.The sissy was yanked by his newly. I'm in a scientific study. Da Doc says I gotta wear dis t'ing for the next six months. 12 hours a day, seven days a week. It's real important, it could mean life and death for some broads."Ya don't say, Earl. That's very selfless of youse. I'm sure da boss will want to promote someone who is so giving dat he will make such a sacrifice for da cause of science." Youse may be right, Sam, but I just hope I don't louse up da shop safety record if I get dese hooters caught in da lathe!"Or perhaps. Open wider and get your teeth out of the way and your tongue runnin' under my dick. There, that's good. Now let it slide in and out. There, yes, like that. Ahhh, such a sweet, soft mouth."I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I was having trouble not gagging. His dick was getting bigger and harder as he slowly worked it back and forth in my mouth."Now, I'm going to pull out," Bobby Joe said, "and I want you to suck on the head like a lollipop and to work your tongue around it. Ahh, yes, I like. “Excellent idea. Perhaps I should find a second blacksmith,” he mused.“I have several slaves who don’t have enough work until planting time. Perhaps you can use them to help make your bows,” he suggested. I agreed, excited to have more help.I almost choked to death when he told me how much one saltus of land (500 acres) cost. I’d have to settle for a centuria (125 acres) to start with, but not anytime soon. I thought I remembered that farmland had been cheap because so many men died in the war.