There was only me and this gorgeous exotic looking dancer called Lolita only eighteen left. All the other staff had gone home. I sat down in front of ...olita slowly moving up and down the stripper pole in just a black pair of knickers.I felt a sexual arousal in my groin area triggering a reaction to my dick which moved. It was getting excited. I kept on watching lustfully wanting to touch her, hold her, taste her, taste her sweet pussy juices in my mouth. My cock rose and rose until it was. While I washed, she'd lean forward and always say with a grin, "so you can't see anything you shouldn't". Talk about a contradiction! But whenever I'd be coming in or going out, she'd be leaning back, spread open, glass of wine hanging over the side of the tub.When I hit puberty, things escalated and she added a new torture for me. She began doing "inspections". The first time she did it, I was so humiliated I wanted to cry. I felt so violated, so vulnerable, and that's not the way a boy. They'd arrived overnight and they became an instant hit with everyone. We noticed them right away because they made a racket come sunrise. In fact, they woke us all up.Our first group of animals were chickens. We woke to the 'cock-a-doodle-doo' of a rooster. That young cock let everyone know that it was time to get up and get with it, and while it was still early, no one complained. We simply got ourselves dressed and then we hurried up the track that led to the barn. Once there we headed over. The chair beside me is whisked out and a guy sits down. I am startled. I didn’t see anyone coming. I didn’t want company. At least not yet. Not until the experiment started. If it ever would. There is not much chance this experiment will get off the ground. Much less chance than there was an hour ago, anyway. The chances were weakening by the moment; despite the fact the booze was doing its job. Because it was awfully disgusting, the truth of this place.The newcomer is young. He is tall. Shit,.