My lust is as big as that giant cock which sways in the breeze. At last the Jennies stand about, calm, tails down, and milling about much as I.
The sound of someone coming bring long ears to alert status. We watch as a man draped in leather straps comes into our corral. He speaks soft sounds but his words mean nothing to me.
First one then two are worked into these odd brown straps. The things reak of sweat and oily hides. My turn come too and calmly I accept what the man does with such carefree attitude.
Two Jennies up front, then me with a Jenny behind and then two more Jennies behind us, behold we are a team!
I try but the straps hold me in place as head and eyes strain to see what the man with his friend are doing behind us all. The crack of his whip proves to scare us into walking forward. Another crack on the rear of the Jennie before me make her heels fly and we break into a gallop.
Now a thought comes to me as this is so simular to working at home. Dust, and sweat, a working job which never seems to end! Yet the worst here more than my job at home is the view of a Jennies big butt makes me lust for something I can not touch. Her scent is as crude as our night before, but with sweat mixed in I run with cock flaying about. People laughing alone the streets make me feel uneasy but the strange lusts and memories of pleasure have me shrug it all off.