It didn’t take long for the bucket brigade to form. It was just the family and the men who had returned early from the roundup pens at first. Hardly... enough to stretch from the windmill driven tank, where there was a good supply of water, if they only could get it from there to the house. The blazing inferno lit up the night sky, sending a beacon out to the dusty prairie, telling the tale of destruction.The wind wasn’t helping. The embers from the conflagration were whipped up and carried aloft. .? There is silence as my body is inspected- thecrowd surround me, and my throat is grabbed as my breasts are pulled andpinched, my pussy smacked and my ass squeezed roughly. I am pushed to my kneesand five or six men repeatedly slap my face with their huge penises as I lookup at them with a mixture of fear, arousal and deep, deep desire in my eyes..?? I notice that the crowd are all wearingblack masks, covering their faces as a man in a long flowing robe approaches,parting the throng of people. But his hands were clean. He looked around at this lunch, now on the grass and his water bottle tipped over and spilling slowly out on the bench. There was also something else...there was, a device?It looked like a step counter, or a kitchen alarm clock? It had a tiny LCD screen and three keys on it. It might be a kind of "pager", wasn't that a thing? If it was it was ancient, maybe from the 90s! Its colour was odd though. It was simultaneously both red and blue, it looked old and cracked and. Naked and still semi-erect we showered and explored each other’s massive bodies. We barely spoke, just flexed and touched each other. Once clean I guided Tyler to the large king bed. He looked ready to pass out from exhaustion but I was just getting started.I laid my densely muscle-packed body on top of his. He struggled to accommodate my size. We wrestled around the bed for a few minutes before we were both rock hard again.“Fuck k**, you are really loving all the muscle aren’t you?” I.