“Yes, yes, do it!”She jammed the humming dildo into my asshole. My anal ring widened to swallow the smooth, pussy-slicked shaft. The buzzing enter...d my bowels. Samantha groaned, her girl-dick twitching in my pussy.“Fuck, I can feel that!” the futa moaned.“So can I!” I panted as I worked my pussy up and down her girl-dick. My bowels melted, massaged into heavenly bliss by the wonderful toy humming away in my asshole.I slammed down on Samantha's girl-cock. I took her dick to the hilt in me. I. He was used to hard, hot, heavy work. After fifteen minutes of instruction, John waved Manuel off. ‘I’ve got this. You go do the other stuff I know you got to do. My granny could follow your instructions.’ Manuel looked at him and shrugged. If he fucked it up, he could fix it later. It was time to let the greenhorn get his feet wet. It was noon before he remembered that John was working by himself in the hay barn. He looked over and saw two stacks of hay sitting outside, and could hear the. Just a few short ticks and it would be too late to back out, too late to walk away. I steeled myself.Two minutes to five.At least the Congressman was on his way home. Catching my boss in flagrante delicto would have been bad, I reminded myself. Very bad. I didn't want him as an enemy if I could at all help it.Which made dealing with his hooker even more delicate. I had to handle this just right...At one minute to five, the lock clicked and the hotel room door opened.My breath caught. I'd been. I told her that I would need to go to the lake to catch enough fish to keep Dad happy but could come over after that. She suggested that maybe I could catch and clean more fish than I needed for tomorrow and she could put them in bags then put them in the freezer. She could take them out each day I was coming over. Then they would be thawed out and look like a fresh catch by the time I went home. I told that was a great idea and I would be at the lake early tomorrow morning and will clean.