It seemed that with the covers off the ports, a plastic tube could be fitted on that would connect multiple ant farms together in a chain. I was now b...reathing heavily, and began to sweat with the irrational NEED to make things right. My hands shaking, I quickly unscrewed one of the ports. I tilted the farm to the side so no sand spilled out, then dropped the rock in and replaced the port. The moment I set the farm back onto my desk the panicky urgency immediately ended. I should have been. He ordered Brandy to swallow and helplessly, she did. The older man’s hard thrusts were painful despite the fact his cock was small, and Brandy’s hips hurt where his bony fingers held her in a death grip. He was speaking with each thrust, no doubt calling her horrible names in his native language. The younger man guided Brandy’s head to the mattress and he held her head almost lovingly as he spoke. “There child, you know your place so well. Your tears are beautiful, your suffering is. Well after a minute or so she called me back in and needed help zipping up the back. Holy shit when I walked in she had the dress on and was holding her braless tits in her hand with a little smirk on her face and went on to explain the back needs to be zipped up to hold them in. I was flabbergasted and a nervous wreck. My rock hard cock was at it again. When I moved behind her to do the zipper I could see right over her shoulder at two of the pinkest hard nipples that seemed to long for her. I could hear them commenting on the sight of my swollen cunt and hard aching nipples.One woman wanted Eric to make me lick up the trail of cunt juice and cum that I was leaving behind as I walked. I looked at him as he thought about it, hoping that he'd make me get down on my hands and knees and shamelessly lick my cunt juice off the floor in front of all these people.Eric led me out of the clubhouse and to a pickup truck parked almost at the highway. It was warm, the moon was full, and as I.