The two men started yelling orders and questions to everyone; getting angry and frustrated with the lack of response, until Azalea finally convinced t...em that they would have to use her as a translator. It infuriated them to have to deal with a woman, especially one who dressed so "indecently" and acted so independently.They forced her to fashion a head covering and veil from a bed sheet and to prostrate herself before them. Although Azalea was perfectly capable of handling the discussions on. I could tell from her willingness to kiss me that she was intrigued, even interested and into the moment of our role-playing. But I could also see in her gaze that she was troubled by where things seemed to be going. But I could also see that the coke was kicking in with her too. Beneath the mildly confused emotions in her eyes was an only slightly veiled look of wantonness. It wasn’t the look of a mother toward her son, but the look of a sexually aroused woman toward her date. Sarah leaned in. Jomo did the math in his head coming up with the answer that each farmer would have to feed four hundred people. He did the calculation without realizing that he’d never have been able to do so without having attended the classes at the camp.“You mean one farmer is going to have to support four hundred people?”“That’s about right,” Hearth George said.He wasn’t surprised by Jomo’s conclusion. Several farmers had reached the same conclusion the previous day.“I could support six or seven people. Mary is my age and her obviously bi-sex man is fifteen-years younger. When they arrived my man, Jac, and I were both dressed in one of his matching shirts with just one button done up. I was unsure how this might play out. Jimmy couldn’t take his eyes off my man and took the initiative by undoing the one button holding Jac’s shirt closed and licked and kissed his nipples with his hand on his cock. Mary and I watched fascinated as Jimmy sucked his nipples, then his balls while we ogled my man’s.