The cursed machine started to move under my feet.You have to understand if there is one thing I hate, it's treadmills. I mean, why not just go for a w...alk? I don't mind working out and I will gladly watch women in tights on treadmills for days on end. But getting on one myself I consider a form of severe torture that should no doubt be banned under the Geneva Convention.As I continued on my walk to nowhere for what seemed like days, I thought about the lengths I was willing to go through in my. Men were singing, roaring might be more like it at a cabin in a barely cleared field. The stumps were still in the ground and the farmer had plowed around them the previous spring. I hated to do nothing, but there were obviously a number of men in and around the place so I waited until things quieted down and the windows got dark. By then four or five, all officers it seemed, had stumbled back toward the tent lines leaving a sentry and two dark windows.I waited another hour to see if anyone. I shot out of my chair and lunged at the door to lock it before quickly taking my cock out of my shorts and masturbating furiously to the memory of the feel of her arms around me, her clothed breasts pressed against me and the sight of her ass jiggling slightly as she skipped out of my room, it didn’t take me long to shoot a massive load of cum.I snapped out of the memory and decided I wanted to have a cigarette so I headed out of the hot and humid club and headed for the smoking area. The. Sara sat down on the same chair she was in this morning. She called me over. Then commanded me to "Sit". Which I did without thinking. Sara went to the bathroom. I could hear her peeing. She was in there a while. She flushed and came out and sat down with her butt at the edge of the chair. I knew at once what was going to happen. I could see the wet moisture on her pussy. I could smell it from just a few inches away. Sara said "This time I left it all for you. Now come on girl lick, come on.