They finally relented, and their jeep roared off into the bush. My pussy and asshole were sore to the touch, just like before. “Yes, I’m serious; you have to see this,” Iggy said. “What are you doing in a bar, young lady,” another asked me. Iggy looked at my pussy, pushing my labia to one side and then the other. I began collecting tips from the men, two dollars here, five dollars there. When I explained I was a virgin when I came here, he got a concerned look on his face. No one spoke, so we just sat there. As my body rocked back and forth, I looked again at the men; they all had their cocks out stroking them, all of them in the double XL size. “Spread your legs a little,” he ordered. I tried to back into a stall but tripped and landed on my butt in a thick pile of hay, resting on my elbows, legs spread apart, my bald pussy glistening in the sun.
