Came round, laid out on the server room floor - with a headache and Jenny washing my face gently with cold water. It only took about half a second for...me to not worry too much about my headache. Jenny had one of her blouses on. Damn near see through. With one of her 'cowpoke bra's on underneath that - what's that - 'cowpoke?" Oh sorry. You know the type - rounds 'em up and heads 'em out... anyway - guaranteed to make a dead man rise, and I didn't think I was that, not unless I really had died. My little cock had started getting hard already. She picked up another one and reached over and started sliding it up the leg of my shorts. I wasn't wearing any briefs either. She touched my cock and stopped as she looked at me. Now, growing up out in the country we didn't wear no more than we had to, so it wasn't unusual to just put on a just piece of outer clothing such as a pair of shorts. We didn't wear tight fitted clothing either. That's the way it was. "Uh-oh." She said as she let. The pressure of her hand on his balls and the warmth of her mouth on his dick was glorious. If he could be woken up everyday this way he would die a happy man. The way she sucked his dick drove him insane. She wasn't delicate but it wasn't aggressive either. Through the passion that flowed from her eyes, her hands, and her body movements, it was evident that she fully enjoyed pleasuring him. She continued to devour his dick in her mouth, her tongue teasing the tip with every rise of her head.. Michael told them to sit on the ground and not to make any sudden moves. The one who seemed to be the leader started to bluster until Michael shot the ball cap off his head. Michael told him that he could have just as easily put the hole between his eyes. As the boys sat down Meghan got out and tied the ankle of one boy with a piece of rope she found in the F150 as she finished an RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) cruiser rolled up. Michael was putting the .45 back in its hiding place and.