3:50, she was going to make it. Brenda rinsed off the ball gag and dried it with her bath towel. She scooped everything up off the floor. She threw t...e ruined clothes in the trash, tossed the shoes in the closet, and ran to her dresser. She stashed the ball gag and ankle cuffs in the back of her lingerie drawer and at the same time picked out a set of everyday bra and panties. Brenda dressed quickly putting on a pair of knee length shorts and a pull over blouse, the same clothes she had worn. No thank you followed. “So, I’m here with a girl friend. She’s just a girl friend,” he said. “Whatever,” Leila answered, then checking herself – did that sound like I give a shit? “I mean, it’s your business. I don’t need to know.” Ace laughed and Leila snapped, “Did I say something funny?” Ace ran his fingers through Leila’s hair and she pulled away from him. “It’s not like she’s going to mind,” he said. “Hell, I tell her your joining us for a three-way, (he snapped his fingers), it’s done!. Really, anywhere, and I would find she most loved to fuck me in public.[It certainly took some time for the public to begin to get used to seeing a two legged breeder at work in their midst - no conversation, just fucking]These nymphs were ageless and I had to wonder how they had managed to exist without sex with a male because of the way they hungered for it now. I also wondered how they were satisfied with only one of me and not having many more partners to play with. Lots more questions for. After some careful thought, he came up with a clever idea that he thought would scare the kids away for sure.He made up a sign and posted it in the field. The next night, the kids showed up and they saw the sign which read, “Warning! One of the watermelons in this field has been injected with cyanide.”The kids ran off, made up their own sign and posted it next to the farmer’s sign. When the farmer returned, he surveyed the field. He noticed that no watermelons were missing, but the sign next to.