"There are about 20 men at the farm but I also found out there is a bunker they can hide in. I've sent a man to get the building plans so I can know w...here it is and how to get access to it." Where is the farm?" Carlos barked into the phone. The voice told him and Carlos growled, "text it to me then get that information about the bunker to me ASAP." Yes sir," the voice said in a near panic before hanging up. Moments later the phone beeped with an incoming text message. Carlos copied the address. "I've always wanted to do that. I just never thought you would look like this when I did. But don't change a thing." He dives back in and jams his tongue down my throat. I return the favor. My fingers fumble on his belt clasp. I rip his belt from his pants with a flourish. My hand ventures into his cotton boxers and closes around a thick rod of meat. Glen moans into my mouth as my hand squeezes. I free it from it's cotton confines and stare openly at it. Glen runs his thumb along my jawline as. “Yes, Mistress.” No ball kicks for me. And no punishment. The floggings, paddlings, and everything else was for pleasure only…I didn’t want to disappoint her. I felt the restraints being removed and one of the women tugged my chain and I stood up promptly. “You see…it only took the flogging and some cropping…and he now responds and handles wonderfully.” I beamed with pride, but I didn’t know why.Hands ran over me. Not of the Mistress, but someone else. I didn’t quite know how to respond. “It’s. He wound the hollow dildo down over the spring, well through the hole in my seat, took my KY from me and spread some all over my new Devil’s Dick. “I installed this truck mirror at this exact spot on your handlebars, knowing you like to keep your eye on things. Now you can enjoy an up close and personal view of your progress,” he pointed out as he helped me up onto the pedals. Q squeezed more KY out and spread some up into my pussy. With growingly annoying zeal, he finished, “Let me sit down.