Her bedroom door was wide open and I heard her cleaning up a bit. She poked her head out of the room, looking at me, and asked "how things cumming alo...ng in there". She couldn't see my cock directly. In my position sitting on the couch I had my back to her. But she could clearly see the back of my head and my arm pumping up and down. I turned to her and smiled and said, "Doing great". It was so surreal making eye contact with her while I was jerking off. We were basically having a conversation. Then I feel a much more solid drip of it fall into my ass. It scolds my insides and I thrash at the bonds. I bite down on my tongue to stop from screaming, I bite down so hard my mouth fills with blood. My ass continues to feel with the substance, burning harder and deeper, it wont stop! Its so constant, it takes very fiber of my being to keep from screaming. It feels like its burnt through my bowels. The pain is beyond comprehension. Deeper in my ass it feels like its started to. It were easy ta sneak up on 'em the way ya were shootin'."Martha said, "Well, I'm glad I wuz able ta he'p. But it's gittin' late, an' I don't want my folks ta worry." OK, let me hitch up the mules an' horses while ya gather up the picnic stuff. I want to go by that there bunch of dead Injuns an' see what we might salvage. Then we kin leave." They did find enough rifles, knives, and other stuff to make the stop profitable, so they were cheerful as they rode back to the house. Martha was. Only the single bed was in a good condition. So for the first night I slept in the hay and she slept on the bed. The next morning I showed her some animals of our farm house. We belonged to a rich family of India. So our family had 100 elephants, 70 horses, 15 cows and 90 goats. The workers who took care of these animals in total were around 37 and they all lived in a village a 20 minutes bike distance from our farm house. All these workers were poor. So we provided them with bikes. Now heading.