‘I’m sure they do. That would feel real nice,’ I replied softly. She turned to me suddenly and offered me a free rub right then, if I wanted. Su...ddenly, my mind filled with the memory of that one time I was in her office and I had mentioned to her that my neck was sore. She then promptly sat me down in her chair and brought her fingers to the back of my head and along my shoulders and gently began to massage the muscles up and down my spine. The memory of that moment alone caused my whole body. He was tight, and I was sure I wouldn't fit. Then Milly yanked on my cock, urging it forward until his sphincter gave and I was tunnelling into his core. It was an excavation, my cock inching slowly, pushing aside delicate tissue. His muscles gave fierce pushback, and I became afraid I would do him damage. His body fought me inch by inch.And when he had taken all of me, he reached up with both hands to take my head between his palms and made me attend to his eyes again so that I would see what. She finally gave in, “Dad, help?”“Hum, piggyback,” is all I said.I bent down, and she climbed onto my back.“Oof, you’re getting heavy, girl. I’m feeding you too well.”“Home, my stallion!” she retorted as I blushed yet again.She hugged tightly to me, played with my ear with her nose, and kept kissing my neck anytime she got a chance. She was a giggly little girl again, carried by her father.Back at the truck, Rusty woke and was happy to see us. I sat her down, removed her mangled boot, and. ” Sheila threw the quilt back and climbed out of bed.“We might as well take a shower since we’re already up,” the leader said as she tossed me towels and soap from the closet.Three members of the kitchen crew hard at work preparing breakfast were the only other people up and about in the hour before sunrise. We owned the empty showers and had them to ourselves.We dried each other after our morning scrub, and Sheila suggested, “Let’s head down to the kitchen and score some hot coffee.”The custom.