Olga knew what it was for. Her stomach turned over as she pictured the horny guards watching as she squatted over the pail and relieved herself. It ...had been so long. "I can't hold it! I have to go! Go now. Right now. Ahhh!" She shut her mind to her humiliation and ignored the sound of streams of liquid hitting the bottom of the pail. It reminded her of the farm and her milking duties early in the morning. The sound of the warm milk gushing into the pail was so similar. With no paper and. ” As her skirt continued it’s upward journey, I could see that she was not fibbing. The hair on her bush was full, lush, and the same deep red as on her head. “Beautiful”, I mumbled. She smiled as she climbed across my lap. “I like it hard and rough, Sir, if it pleases you,” she whispered. She settled comfortably on my lap as if she had been there forever. While my eyes inspected this unexpected treasure, my hands greedily stroked her thighs and buttocks. Marie parted her legs to allow me. ..” but as the opportunity’s there to feel her up, less determined to reverse her onslaught.She makes enough effort to thwart my hand to claim she tried to stop me, but not enough to actually do so, and I give her a good one. Just through her top, of course, as that’s in the rules, but enough to get her good, even if I’m on the bottom.“Cheater and perv, both. I can hear you through the wall, taking care of Madagascar.”Madagascar?“Madagascar sort of looks like your you-know-what, right?” she. I quit listening and walked around looking to see if everything was clean. I set down with some kids and started peeling potatoes. I worked at that for about 20 minutes until the girls were ready. I washed my hands and we left. They wanted to stop at the dock and see how the stand was working. The girl told them that she would get hit hard and fast a few times but she was able to handle it. The only complaint she had was that the man who picked up the used cooking oil was not very pleasant nor.