“No, I’m an intern,” she said as she shook her head.“Me too!” I beamed. “Sound intern.”Her eyes lit up. “I’m the ridge runner intern....”“Holy shit, they still have those?” I asked, my mind filling with memories of the cages on wheels.“Hell yeah,” she grinned. “You’ll have to come help me test them out before campers arrive.”“For sure, but I gotta warn you. I’m pretty good,” I told her.She got a devious look in her eye, “I love a challenge.”Our talk was cut short by the arrival of Big Mike, the. ”I looked up at his aged face, his filthy penis in my mouth. Knowing I had no control and looking in to his gloating eyes, I felt more shame than I had in several days. Even if I could hold it in my hand and have some measure of control, it would no be so bad.I continued to take long, slow strokes up to the head and all the way down for several minutes.“Ohhhh, girl! Yes...” he moaned. I could feel his penis become even more rigid and start to throb.His legs started to tremble. He tilted his. "Oh, I'm sorry," I exclaimed, embarrassed.She didn't move a muscle, she just fixed her gaze on me, smiling slightly, and continued emptying her bladder. "You must be the new WWOOFer," she said."Uh, yeah," I stammered, not knowing where to look.She stood up, buttoning her shorts. "It's good to give a gift of your water to the trees. I'm Maruja." She cast her eyes up and down my body, appraising me. "Hmmm," she murmured, gripping my upper arm. "Fuerte, no?" Si," I managed to say.She laughed at my. "Yes. No question. I'll have you moved to the black part of the prison. You'll never even see a white man," he said as he picked up a little speed but still went full on his strokes. I gripped the wall tighter. "I'll never leave your side - I'll openly be your bitch. I'll eat scraps off your food tray, pee sitting down, and will dress the part of a bitch. I'll be your white, ginger whore."He started fucking me faster. "I want more, Pepper. I want all the money you had in the real world given to.