The wetness of their naked flesh vocalized the sound of each clap with towering volume, complimenting Colleen’s sobbing. With the cell phone in her ...hand, Lindsay got in close for the best shots. She zoomed in on Colleen’s face pressed against the cold tile wall, wet with both water from the shower and her tears. Her mouth was always open, sounding out her painful cries, while her eyes showed the humiliation and shame she felt. Lindsay then got under Colleen so that she could get a close shot on. The rough mix of straw, hay and horse shit was loaded onto the waggon. Later, he would hitch up one of the two dray horses and drive to a local farm where the load would rot further until the Autumn ploughing.The glare of sunlight had Jack blinking after the gloom of the interior. Heat from that same noonday sun, adding to the heavy work he had just carried out, had his shirt sweated to his body. Without any hesitation, he pulled the rough garment over his head, heaved one-handed at the pump. She was a striking young blonde with a really incredible chest, long legs, a lovely ass and a ready smile. Her costume consisted of a tight-fitting yellow sweater with the company's name spread across her lovely front from pointed tit to upright knocker. It was banded with white just beneath her jutting beauties and left her well-toned middle bare down to her tiny waist and deep belly button where she wore a multi-gored and very short shirt of pale yellow which hit her about mid thigh. Instead. No more humiliating stuff, no more ragging,and no more punches, and certainly no more hardcore mouth fucks,ok??Because I got a better mouth than yours,all this ends in this mail,but its still in your hands on how “this thing”goes from here…Well,to be frank I got what I really wanted,and you will think that you dont like it but deep down you too know that you like what I got…Stiff confused??Here let me get you a hint…Go to your mom and see whether shes wearing a yellow saree,ok I will wait no.