After a long while she felt that he was again reaching the point of no return, and so she reluctantly pulled back out of reach. Thor grumbled deep in his chest as his deep red, rigid cock fucked only air, and for a moment he struggled to make himself cum, but the Scullery Maid whispered reassuring words and stroked his belly as he calmed down. She picked up the collection cup, and waited for the expected drop of pre-cum to form, and when it did she drew an even bigger flow of fluid into the collection bottle, by milking the shaft and carefully massaging the area under Thor's full dangling balls. Thor was beginning to show signs of restlessness, shaking his head and groaning as her expert fingers drew the last drops of pre-cum out of his loins, and the Scullery Maid saw to her surprise that the hourglass had run out. "Are you more than ready, big boy?" she whispered, and gave his hard cock one last lingering kiss before she slid off the table and walked under his cross-ties and behind him once again. She picked asian up the collection cup and fixed it into a little stand that left it propped right under the tip of Thor's cock. She took a bottle off a shelf and poured a generous puddle of lubricant over her right palm and fingers, and cuddled up behind Thor, her belly and breasts pressed into his hip and side. She reached around with her lubricated hand and sensual began to stroke his cock, with long, sure strokes that matched the pressure of his hips against the table. She reached between his legs from behind with the other hand, and gently massaged his balls, feeling them draw up into a solid mass as his eruption neared. His cock engorged as much as it possibly could, feeling like a hot bar of steel in her hand. She let her stroking hand extend out to envelop the head on each stroke, creating a perfect friction as the head slipped through her fingers. Thor began a panting wail, closing his eyes and throwing back his head as far as his restraints would allow, and the Scullery Maid knew the timing was perfect. She let her left hand wander forward until it reached the lubricant dripping off the base of his cock, and after her middle finger was liberally coated, she slipped it between Thor's butt-cheeks and found his puckered bum-hole, straining with his need. She pressed firmly and felt the muscles relax, allowing her finger to penetrate his intimate recesses. She pressed in further 'til she felt the egg-shape of his straining prostate, and began a light circular massaging with her fingertip, and Thor went over the edge with a high, keening scream of released desire. The Scullery Maid's right hand held his cock head in place as she felt the pulsing of each huge jet of creamy semen passing through the shaft on its way into the collection cup. His hips bucked as he pumped his cock into her tight fingers, and for a fleeting second she thought he was producing so much, so fast, that the collection cup would overflow before the pump could suck the precious fluid down the tube into the safety of the collection bottle! Ten, eleven, twelve distinct spurts shot out of the cock in her hand, massage as the Scullery Maid looked on in wide eyed amazement. This was more that she had ever seen even the awesomely productive Thor shoot in one orgasm, and she glowed with pride as she slowed her stroking, lingering more around the head area, feeling the hard ridge begin to soften as he gasped for air. She just stroked on gently, enjoying the sensation in her hand, when Thor looked down at her, sighed deeply, and rolled his eyes up in his head, and she thought she felt him give a push inside, and one last long dripping string of thick cum followed the rest into the cup. "What a interracial GOOD boy you are Thor," she smiled happily at him. "You'd think you were trying extra hard just to see me a shoo-in in the Production Prize, wouldn't erotic cha?" she laughed, hugging him hard. She held up the collection cup up and made sure the last drops drained out of the tube into the collection bottle and sealed it tight. She didn't have to see the measuring lines to know Thor had outdone any previous effort, and desi had surely clinched the Production Prize for her. She completed the fussy details of cleaning up and putting away all her equipment, and returned Thor, head down in his exhaustion, to his stall and a special pan full of his favorite feed. With a last fond look over his stall door, she left the Milking Room. Much later that night, the Scullery Maid stood again at the door to Thor's stall, her face a blackened mess of tear-stained makeup, misery and a fresh, red swelling around her eye, soon to be a deep blue bruise. She slowly unlatched the stall door, murmuring "Oh Thor, oh you good boy" as she listened to his deep breathing. She sobbed quietly and rested her head against the cool, dark wood. She well knew you never entered a stallion's stall at night, not without a cattle prod and a club, but as the tears rolled down her face, she realized she just didn't care… Hours before, she had returned home from the Production Prize banquet, flushed with pride at the compliments and accolades that had been showered on her, and completely oblivious to the darkening expression on her wife Synthia's face. She had felt the increasing coldness in Synthia's manner as the evening went by, but excused it by telling herself Synthia must be very tired after such a long day. But as soon as the door shut behind them, Synthia's bad mood blossomed into full-scale rage, and she turned on the Scullery Maid like a snake striking. "You fucking little glory-hound slut, you miserable useless womanhood!" Synthia shouted, grabbing the Scullery Maid by the front of her best evening dress. The collar ripped, and the Scullery Maid looked down at it dumbly, unprepared for the backhand that snapped her face up, spit flying from her shocked mouth. "You think you're something special in all Elysia, now, don't you, Miss Production Prize snot?" You wouldn't have shit without me. You wouldn't have your job interracial without me. So let me spell it out for you BITCH!" “Fine, it’s not like it’s true anyway.” And with that. She followed him out of the old hotel and into the street. I pretended to go into the bathroom but I was able to sneak my head around the corner and watch her walk over to him. like a run-away jack-hammer. She sat sensual back straight, looking with confidence at the pavilion where my brother had vanished with Siona. “You’re just doing this because you want me to mate with you at that sleepover they’re all talking about.” It didn't help that they liked to wear revealing clothes: tops that left their bellies bare, jeans with tears in them, v-neck sweaters that displayed so much cleavage that their tits threatened to pop out...if there was one word to sum them up, Antoine thought, it would be 'slutty'. Ted erotic was sucking her distended nipple. “Impossible,” Jeb and the deputies gasped. Well, sure enough, there was a lamb that looked like Amanda, and I kissed her. “You are?” I asked once she realized the Kollar was gone and had stopped struggling. “When can I see my kids?” I try to speak but she grips my lips massage with her fingers. Without him even coming, yet, I felt the juices flowing from my pussy down into the crack of my ass. Diane was getting mad, she was already mad but more, her voice began to tremble “You aren’t going to tell my mom shit”. Silence. desi At this point, her eyes are a steady stream of tears. Now my boxers are soaked from my precum. I watched Marge disappear through the barn’s door. It just makes too much sense based on everything I know about her, especially how much she loved a bargain. We thanked him and began walking towards the room that Dakota was supposed to be in. First, we had to take the elevator up to the second floor then we had to look for room 212. “You can’t get like them with no experience.” Pushing aside the material, and revealing her black lace bra covering her big tits. I said, “Just looking at you sitting like that is amazing, You are lovely sexy woman Mariana.” “I know, there’s much I want to ask, but not here.” He said and winked at me. “Later.” THROW 'EM HARDER!" screamed Crowbar and others in the audience. In my head, I make the decision that we should feed the agents first. “It’s both of you,” Willowbud said, her eyes glistening, “my family, my real family. 'Oh God, Oh God!' he thought. She dragged me into her web of darkness and asian we were taking Amy with us. Hiding my thoughts for Pearl besides some corny one on one action between her and her foster mother, I slipped in her mind and saw her half lie.