After this logging season, I'm never having sex again. Because: reasons. But first, I have a gig earning room and board and ten thousand dollars by 'entertaining' 8 lumberjacks. Eight strong and strapping Paul Bunyan types, big enough to break me in two. There's Lincoln, the leader, the stern, silent type... Jagger, the Kurt Cobain look-alike, with a soul full of music and rockstar moves... Elon & Oren, ginger twins who share everything... Saint, the quiet genius with a monster in his pants… Roy and Tommy, who just want to watch... And Mason, who hates me and won't say why, but on his night tries to break me with pleasure. They own me: body, mind and orgasms. But when they discover my secret--the reason I'm hiding from the world-everything changes

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