The Indian workers wouldn’t touch a dead body because only the lowest caste, the untouchables, were supposed to do this. So Colonel Patterson solved... the problem by putting together burial parties which consisted of untouchables, and besides their weekly pay, each of the untouchables was paid two shillings for each body they buried. Now this is where it gets interesting. Years later, professional hunters in Kenya talked to Indian families whose fathers and grandfathers had worked on the railroad. With that she pressed him against the sofa cushion and started to unbutton his shirt, peeling it off him and letting her finger nails graze over his muscular chest, nipples and her hands then came down to the waistband for unfastening him there as well. She only brushed her fingers across his growing bulge in the pants, making him moan with desire.Johnson took her back in his arms, nibbling on her neck to make her huff and groan. One of his hands brushed against her almost bare leg and crept. She gave me my key and I made my way to the elevator. I got in and could smell the woman's perfume. My blood started pumping as I thought about her. I was lost in thought when suddenly the doors opened and I had to land back in reality and find my room. I needed to find it quick because my dick needed a release.I found the room, entered and threw my case on the bed. I looked around the fairly average room. Opening wardrobes and checking the bathroom. Then I noticed it was a twin room. There was. I started to work the hot bulbous head of his cock with my right hand, and with my left hand, I worked up and down the shaft, gently fondling his balls each time my hand roamed down there. “You like that, Mathew,” I asked, surprising myself in doing so. “Oh yeah, Dave,” replied Matthew between his sighs of bliss. While becoming transfixed, I had forgotten about the presence of Mia, to be rudely reminded of her presence when I felt her open my ass cheeks and start to lick my asshole with wet.