She was ready for an indecent shagging.Before she could control what she wanted, though beyond cock now, Poppy didn’t actually think or plan; cock s...ounded right; cock in her now; that was the agenda: cock. Shamus had the country girl half bent over with his pecker ready to probe her exposed willing cavities. Patrick’s dick head was in her mouth and Christ she was good. She sucked deep and teeth free. Her tongue working a special treat every now and then as a delightful pleasurable surprise to. Perhaps a more accurate term would be…’ She places her hand on her chin, but sighs as she falls short. ‘No, there is no more accurate term. However, unlike a slave, I trust you to carry out your tasks to the best of your ability, and if you fall short or fail you will not be punished – perhaps reprimanded, but not as severe as humans treat their slaves. But you must always show me respect, or you will be punished.’ ‘Well…that sounds downright pleasant,’ I respond with a smile, feeling slightly. Again, I nodded. It was only to be expected. Without power the heaters wouldn’t work either.The dim light from the windows showed me a doorway out to the service and storage bays. The light showed through slots between the pole barn sheets and holes where some fool had used the building for target practice. Christ. This needed work, and fast. One thing I did spot on the office wall I liked a lot--a laminated ‘D’ sized plot of the county road system. Sitting on one end of the counter was my best. The rest of y'all will get my pussy tomorrow. Marybelle and Sally Jo need seein' to, you know, so go get with them."There were four sets of bunk beds at one end of the big room with some curtains hanging mostly to give a little privacy from the rest of the room. Jeanne picked out a lower bunk and lay back with spread legs. The light was pretty good so she could see the new peckers before they was buried in her snatch. Her first guy gave her a good licking to get her juicy then pushed his pecker.