“Did you have fun?” I asked her.She blushed hard and nodded her head, looking at me and then at Rochelle.“It’s obviously free if you want to, ...ou know, use it.” She replied shyly, looking at Rochelle.“Thanks. Maybe later.” I smiled back, tugging Rochelle closer.“Ok. See you later.” She replied and walked out of the room.Rochelle moved closer to the smaller room and looked inside just as the other door opened. A tall black man stepped out, pulling up his zipper with a very satisfied look on his. Not a common name; that gives me a point to start looking. The other men can be found later.After a fitful night's sleep in the barn, or lack of it, Caleb saddled up and rode to the trading post. He didn't want to go into San Antonio with the Union forces beginning to come into the area. Jeff Piccolo was the owner of the post and a friend. He told Caleb that five Confederate Cavalry troopers, who said they had been discharged, had come through two days ago. One of the men was heavily bandaged. Once the teens heard that they all quickly secured the caps to their heads with little complaint.“Are you sure it’s safe Cletus?” Ms. Lander asked before entering the room.“It’s damned near foolproof Ms. Lander!” Replied Cletus. “Now watch as I run the first chicken through the machine.”The first chicken in guided through the chute with blasts of air that gets it moving into the room. The chicken calmly pecks its way into the killing room unknowing what is about to happen to it. A red light. ” I pulled my fingers back, stretching her tight pussy lips as I left her. Mamatha bent down, started unbuttoning my pants as I put two fingers back inside her pussy. Mamatha bent her body forward, unzipping my pants inch by inch, and pulled out my erected cock out from the briefs. She looked shocked at seeing my 8-inch big cock. She readjusted her body so that she could put her face right up against my cock.She pressed her lips tightly around my cock and I gave a grunt of pleasure. Mamatha.