He brought his cock near her mouth, rubbing it against her cheek, her chin; all over her face. Jennifer looked up at him wantonly, parting her lips, w...anting him to feed his cock to her. He finally traced her lips with it, and her tongue snaked out, swirling around the head and down the side. The silver barbell in her tongue gleamed for an instant before she wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding down ever so slowly until the entire thing was inside her hot, wet mouth. His hands caressed her. He didn't stop, but focused the tip of his tongue on the hood, rapidly flicking, while two of his thick fingers reamed my hyper-excited, gushing puss. Then I felt his pinky poking at my rear entrance - a place Mark never ventured - and when he wormed his finger in, a third wave washed over me. Rare and enthusiastic expletives burst from my screaming mouth. "Fuck! Bill, stop! Please, stop! Oh, fuck! I can't take it. Please...fuck me!"Obediently, he stood, grinning from ear to ear, and slammed. So their training is mainly about letting them get to know what their bodies are capable of. Abby, who’s one of our senior Guides, is usually in charge of that. She has masturbation classes every weekend, and all the girls attend. Some of the older women do, too, particularly the “black band” ladies who have had some sexual experience but haven’t had the Gregorio training yet. That’s what Louise was doing when I first saw her, on her very first day at New Arcadia. It sure was a sight to see a. It was the most complex building of the three with pickling tanks, canning equipment, packaging equipment, and lines for preparing the cucumbers. There was a covered unloading dock for bringing in the raw materials, namely vinegar, spices, and cucumbers. A separate dock was used to bring in the bottles, labels, and packaging materials. It incorporated clean design practices to assure that no foreign contaminates would be introduced into the product. There was even a small laboratory for food.