Henry moaned as the tip of the youth's cock speared through the wet flesh of Jill's pussy as she dropped her weight down on his hips.Oh God, I'm close..., he panted as he watched the couple below him, imagining them rutting solely for his pleasure.Down the hill, Andy suddenly stopped his thrusting, his face frozen in a mask of pleasure and Henry imagined the youth spurting his cum deep into his girlfriend's clutching pussy. Jill too seemed to be in the throes of an orgasm and she soon collapsed. He picked up the bottle of lotion and lifted one of his mother's feet. Gently, he began to massage the skin cream into her feet. He did it slowly but his heart was beating fast. Like the last time, he set her foot on his groin, letting the heel massage his rapidly swelling erection. It almost felt like his mother was pressing downward. When he moved her foot to the side, opening her legs, she didn't protest. He looked up and saw that the robe had slipped slightly apart. Gradually, as he worked. Some illegal migrant. Smart move to capture a woman who had no papers and who would most likely not be reported missing by an employer who shouldn't have her on his payroll. She was to discover that all four were foreigners. Only one of them, Olga, had a reasonable command of English.Three very thirsty hours after the Lady Fortescue had stalked off into the distance, disappearing into one of the buildings, the Water Slave came out. This angel of mercy went down the line, starting with the girl. None looked even slightlylike me. "Why are you showing me this?" Was the best reply I couldcome up with."I don't believe in pigeon-holing people Christopher. When I wanted togo to University everyone laughed at such an idea. They didn'tunderstand why a young woman like myself would ever want to read. ButI did go to University and then I learned to be a teacher, to makesure that my children received the best possible education. I teachthem at home in the study room. It is a wonderful arrangement.