In seconds I had a boob in my mouth sucking the shit out of it. Not only was it bigger than Cindy's but tasted better.Rational thought was a thing of ...the past as I moved to her other breast while mauling both of them with my hands. As Ma started to wake up from my attentions her hips ground against my stomach as she began to put her arms around my shoulders. Just then, she looked down toward my head and realized that I wasn't Pa and shrieked, "Oh fuck, get the hell off of me right now. Let go. The uncomfortable section of sewer pipe that served as his bed had kept him up the rest of the night. It was hard to believe that most of the men appreciated staying there.“How’d you sleep?”“Didn’t sleep much,” Joe admitted. He ran a hand over his rough beard and wished that he had a razor and a toothbrush.“You’ll sleep better tonight, I’m sure.” Harry laughed at the look of despair on Joe’s face and looked around at the men gathered at the food shack. Winking, he said, “It’s easy to sleep when. He must have retrieved a long-handled, multi-tailed flogger because when he hit me again, it wasn’t the slashing, stinging, burning, feel of the single tail. It was more of a snappy, thud which came down on my ass dozens of times while I tried to concentrate on giving him great cock pleasure with my experienced mouth. I could tell I was having an effect on him because his beating seemed to tone down as his cock twitched and throbbed in my throat and mouth. But, he must have bent over a bit. As if on cue, just as Mick was putting his arms round my waist to squeeze my bum, I heard the sound of the door opening next door. Quickly, I hushed Mick, and tiptoed over to the gap in the sliding doors through which I’d seen last week’s sexual encounter. I peeped through – hoping to myself that it wasn’t just the caretaker popping in for a quick nap.To my relief, it wasn’t. I could feel Mick’s breath on the back of my neck as he peered over my shoulder, to see Mr Pearson and Miss Sharpe.