Kevin knew that I got very excited when he talked this way. He was the master at punishments, and he made me quake with desire."I want you to bend ove... and grasp your ankles," he said smoothly."I won't," I spat out. He immediately slapped my ass, bent me over, and pushed my arms down along my legs. "Now, hold your ankles."I obeyed. I knew I was going to be punished. Kevin slowly walked around me, taking in my short pleated skirt that barely covered my ass. I also wore white panties and a tight. Report was to be the force for good that all of us at The Exchange were certain it could be. Where normally the prospect of asking people such personal questions would have terrified me, my feeling was just the opposite when possessed with the knowledge of how much good I'd be doing assisting S.E.X. with its vital research.Yes, I was ready to get to work, armed with real purpose for the first time since I could remember. Actually excited about life again.Using a scientific method that was so. I added trash can liners and a dozen rolls of paper towels to my shopping list.Breakfast consisted of a can of peaches. I figured that if I wasn't working I wouldn't need to eat as much as usual. I took some burger out of the freezer for supper.I spent some time splitting firewood into small sticks, then searched the kitchen for covered plastic jugs to hold water. I filled two gallon sized and four quart jugs with tap water, then added a teaspoon or so of bleach to each one before carrying them. She smelled like expensive perfume, and had perfect skin, but the clothes she had on just didn't seem to match her nor did the old truck she was laying on, but those observations really didn't matter to me. I kept pushing in and out of her and I could feel her loosen and get wetter, my balls slapping the moisture. She rocked on the tailgate as I plowed in and out of her pussy her breasts bouncing up and down to my pace. I felt her convulsing and the gush of her cunt on my cock. I wasn't quite.