My body began to shake uncontrollably. One hand jacking my shaft and the other squeezing and yanking my balls hard. Finally she raised her head up and... stared slapping my cock and balls all around. “Take that you nasty fucking prick. I want you to fuck me like the son of bitch you are. Come here, let’s go in the bedroom. I want you to fuck my whoring pussy from behind. And you better take me like the bitch I am!” I slapped her hard on the ass leaving a red imprint and said, “Bitch, I’m going to. Hopefully, they could finish the removal of the pole barn and begin getting it rebuilt at the equipment yard. That really was it, except that I needed to do some work in the vineyards on the other side of the mountain. I wonder if the women the girls had working could do that work? I would find out.Tuesday morning was nice and dry, making life easier with less mud being tracked in by the cows. It was funny how Mom and Millie wouldn't let me do any milking. Mom kept telling everyone that milking. As usual, it was made out to D.H. Investigations for Computer Forensics. I could take it to the bank and deposit it like normal. I slid it into a desk drawer to deal with on the way home tonight. Or on Monday if need be. I’d not gotten far into email, which was mostly just subscriptions and a couple of messages regarding my research thesis, when a man showed up in the doorway.“Excuse me,” he said. “I’m looking for Miss Deborah Riley?”“How may I help you,” I said, straightening behind my. . Anyway, she hopped in the back of the car with a backpack of her own and slapped her hand on the headrest of Lance's seat. “Ok, bitches! Let's get this camping trip started! Woo!” she cried out. And off they went.- - - - “Alright,” Kim said as they reached the highway. “You guys know the drill. Lose those clothes! Suns out, buns out!” Mandy turned around in alarm in the passenger seat. “Um, Mistress... anyone driving by will be able to see us,” she said nervously. Kim.