Believe me, it's a blessing, I depart when I want to and I know my luggage will arrive when and where I do. I love it. Now, I could never claim that t...he life of a traveling salesman, no matter how many jokes you've heard, is filled with naked farmer's daughters and wild sex in haylofts and the like. But, once in a while, things can happen. That was exactly what happened two years ago last May in Moline, Illinois. Moline, for the many millions who wouldn't have a clue where it is, lies just over. “Funny you should say that. A piece is what I came for. He was right next to the bed. “Don't stop on my account. Put that cunt back to work.” Debbie started humping me again while Jeremy guided her face to his groin.My wife got a mouthful while Jeremy kept talking. “I have a key now. Didn't the bitch tell you?” He reached down to slap her ass. “Bad bitch.” After a thoughtful look he said. “Oh right, I told her not to. Sorry, my bad.”Anything he wanted, Debbie gave. She was still fucking me, but. He didn't mind that at all. Giving up steady fucking for the sake of his true interest which had always been bestiality, was a godsend on this lost planet. And since this was his field of expertise, he took great pleasure in educating the two women on the ins and outs of animal fucking.On these visits he would even feign interest in Glivard's research. Asking him to show his specimens up close. He would point out silently the various animal cocks to the two aroused women.But they would never. She said something to Simba pointing at the basket.Staring at the white women, he suddenly barked, "White women open basket. Bring food to freedom fighters." Andrea and Mary simply stared at him, still in shock, until Imani cuffed both on the back of the head, then joined the men on the pallets.Now the white women scurried forward to open the basket. It only contained meat, bread, cheese, and a couple of apples but also the liquor. "Drinks first," Imani demanded. The frightened women pulled out.