You earn your money fucking, so you can't let those pricks fuck you for free.".............................Within a few months, Ronnie had established... herself as the rising star at the ranch. She turned the usual one-time tourist tricks, the curious locals, and the johnnies who could afford a once-a-year thrill, but most of her money came from a stream of repeating regulars. The fat wallets kept coming back again and again to see her. She gave them what they wanted and made them give her more. Presentations were all bundled at the end of each year, and any of the shareholders could witness those.Mr. Lichte - a man Nic could never address as Neal, despite his insistence - cleared his throat, and the buzz of electronics died."Thank you for coming," Lichte announced. He met every persons' eyes, somehow, an 'interpersonal' trick that Nic wished he could pull off. "Please open the file. Tell me what you see."The men and women exchanged looks as they reached for the access points.Nic waved. He kisses the back of her neck, as his fingers go in and out of her dripping pussy. He slides down her back with his lips, kissing and licking the entire way down while still thrusting rhythmically in and out with his two fingers. Upon reaching her ass with his lips, he pulls free his two fingers. Then he takes his hands and spreads apart her ass cheeks, licking his lips in the process.The Sura then leans in to kiss the inside of each cheek, before whipping out his tongue to lick the skin. There was no proper equipment anywhere in the place.Then she stopped in her tracks as she remembered baring seen an open lab door nearby. She went out into the hall, dripping water from her skin and semen and cunt-juices from her crotch.She looked into the lab, found it unoccupied, and entered.Desperately, she looked around her at the equipment. In frantic haste, she finally grabbed a Bunsen burner, peeled from its inlet the rubber hose that fed it gas, then stuffed the hose end -- with much.