My father's the owner and in charge of it, this being his only income to feed my mother and two small brothers. I had watched grown men get beat up so... bad that they were unidentifiable afterwards, just for a few shillings. One man had his nose broken, he needed stitches in the side of his head but he still came back for more as his wife was cheering him on. I have seen men taken away on stretchers some of them I'm sure suffer brain damage from being beaten so badly. There is one rule for all,. His hand then added to the sensation by strumming my clit. I had orgasms from using my hands, but this was the whopper. My whole body spasmed as I was yelling guttural words and my orgasm was reaching a higher plateau. George would not let up, he continued as my legs then wrapped around his head. His hands then reached under my ass and began to finger my ass hole. At that point, I didn’t care that he pushed two fingers in my ass, a finger from each hand pulling me open.He kept trusting his. "No, here," Randi said in a sultry voice, taking one of his hands from her naked tits and pulling it down to her panties.He could feel the wetness of her cunt through the fabric. Seconds later, Randi slid her hand under his shorts and grasped his cock. She pinched the swollen prickhead lightly with her fingers, and Daryl gasped."Don't you want to?" she asked, kissing his neck and stroking his thick hard cock."Of course I want to. But... what if somebody comes in?" I locked it." The wedding's. Big relief that Madge had finally found somebody, he was a bit older but had money or at least that's what everybody had assumed.Apparently reality was slightly different it was still a good life warm most of the year, help with chores, other white families close and the other wifes happy to accept Madge as one of they own. drunken Saturdays nights with the gang were the highlight and flirting with the neighbours the done thing. Kenyan police not that bothered about drunk driving, more likely.