It'd be rude not to.

You drop to your knees, your submissive wiring in your brain telling you that kissing and worshipping the backside of this random man in front of a group of people is the correct and right thing to do. Your head filled with thoughts of kissing at and enjoying the taste of those huge, sagging nuts, and wanton, tight pucker.

You move down to examine them further, your nose filling with the intense smell of a man who's been working all day. Enhanced by the masculinity laden smell of bovine. You swear you can smell a hint of grass, bringing an almost fresh scent to the mire of other more musky ones present in the man's backside. His nuts are huge, easily the size of your fist, maybe the size of baseballs, though, well. Admittedly you haven't seen one in a while.. But that's not an issue right now! Point is, his nuts are huge. Sweaty, too. The amount of fur on them just enough to the point where they're covered, just like his arms. Sagging well past the seat of the stool, falling a few inches below them. If you were to kiss his nuts, your face would be nicely sandwiched between his taint. The inviting asshole sitting just above you.

Speaking of the asshole, it's almost worship worthy. It's rhythmic pulsation, and it's sweaty sheen arousing you greatly. Your own body responding with an erect cock and a drooling mouth.

You best get to work.