While I had always perceived them in the same way as I did a penis, it now genuinely resembled one. A really fucking big one. And it was mine. I could...actually feel it when I reached down to touch it. The tip, which had swelled into a very cock-like head, was as sensitive as my clit. I shivered at the sensation, and then noticed Hannah, who had seen the whole thing. Her mouth gaping, her eyes had a look of unbridled lust. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but she loved the sight.She. . she immediately squatted in front of me (knees never hitting the ground) and began to suck on my cock. It was great being able to look at those beautiful brown eyes as she made love to my cock with her mouth. She wasn't able to deep throat, although what she did was more than enough. She was sucking and driving me insane when I stopped her and told her to stand up. She stood and I starting kissing her very passionately. I was rubbing her small breasts through her shirt and I told her I wanted. I knew that my assignment was to see that Rosita did not do something so outrageous that she ran afoul of law enforcement or some drug gang that chewed up the female bystanders and used them for boosting income the old-fashioned way.Jugs was lording it over everyone that came within hearing distance and I was getting a bit uneasy about how much she enjoyed making the new girls go through the hoops of submissiveness she wanted for a perfect product. Sometimes, she would take me inside her. Oh, it’s cotton! Cottonfields! I’ve never seen cotton fields before! This is so cool.Rural Alabama was definitely a sight to behold. I’ll tell you this though, it’s not as ‘trashy’ as it’s pictured in the media. It was all nice little houses interspersed with trees and farms, restaurants I’d never heard of before, and churches everywhere. ‘Roll Tide’ was like their state motto, and it took me longer than I’d like to admit before I knew what it meant (For everyone, it’s their college football.