The farmer consoled my Mom and hugged him.Both of them were sitting on a mat on the floor. Gradually, The Farmer removed my Mom’s blouse and started... kissing her on her cheeks. he stood up and dropped his pyjama. I could see his dick standing erect just near the face of my Mom. It was an awesome sight. The Farmer was in his early 40’s but his body was still chiseled and he was well built. He had not removed the hair in his pubic area like the rural people , but his erect dick was at least 7. “ Yes Sir” she said beginning to unbutton her shirt.A caning from Anthony was something of a game, it was played-- no -- performed under strict rules. Anthony enjoyed caning her so much that he feared that his heightened awareness would cut short the physical pleasure he would get when he fucked her afterwards. So he had devised this routine, she would strip to bra and pants in front of him, kneel and take his cock in her mouth then suck him until his cum filled it and then swallow it. Then she. . I want to be a slut for you," she whispered. "I want to have sex with other men while you watch. Maybe just one, or two, to start." Justin listened, an encouraging expression on his face, then he leaned in and spoke into her ear. "Kelly? If you really want to be a slut for me, then talk to me like a slut. Tell me how you want your cunt used; tell me about all the cock you're going to take for me." Despite the blush that stained her cheeks, Kelly's hand inched down to touch her wet slit. "I. I didn't let them know, I didn'twant them to know. I wrote for me. But, it would have been nice to showsomebody, If I thought they'd take it the way I intended it to be taken. Tonight was going to be agood night. I had coffee, cream, enough smokes, and my Daiquiri's (whichhappened to be my current phase.) I had a fridge and bardownstairs with me. just beyond my room. I kept procrastinating going upstairsto the Piano, I didn't really want to leave my room. I had ideas. I settled formy keyboard..