He left the tool at the door, feeling the cooler shack and letting out a relaxed sigh. His skirt was easy enough to remove, and he sat in one of the stools with his member sticking straight up in the air, throbbing wonderfully just as it had the day before. “I’m afraid you may drain me dry…” He said softly, letting out a little moan as she pressed on the hole. He was quite sensitive around that area, especially when the fat skin was pulled or pushed gently apart. He shook lightly, smiling at her. “You’ll be a bit wider today… I wonder if you’ll fit me all in…” He was quiet again, just smiling, sitting back and letting his mistress do as she pleased.