Him biting my neck, me nibbling his shoulder. I pushed his jeans down and his thick cock sprung up into my waiting hand. He thrust his hand down the f...ont of my trousers, and roughly shoved 3 fingers up into me. I cried out and jacked him off harder and faster. His spare hand pressed against my throat firmly and he looked into my face. I could feel myself going weak at the knees as my orgasm built. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, moaning louder and louder, drowning in the moment, when. As I said my lunch was prepared by an Italian lady who worked in the factory, she was a fussy medium height lady who I learned later had never been married but she was about 45, quite plump with about 40 DD breasts, a very jolly person, after a few days of having lunch as I described she then came the next day and asked me to come with her using hand signs for me to follow, she took me to a small kitchen that had a table along one wall, the table was laid for one, I was a bit embarrassed when. I leaned my bike against the fence and went to the front door. Mrs. Kuepper was at the flywire door in her underwear. "Come in, sit in the lounge while I get into something more suitable." She hurried to a bedroom off the hall. I opened the flywire door and walked into the hall. The lounge was to the left. I went in and sat on the couch, looking around I was surprised, no shocked, that I could see straight into the bedroom. I was looking at Mrs. Kuepper, naked, in profile changing out of her. However, she didn't think they would get her something to eat as long as she would be standing here. She would already be lucky if she would keep getting water by times.Sylvia tried to let it all go past her and also tried to ignore the things those people were saying. Well, it was obvious of course that if they wanted to do those things to her, they could probably do it. If they wanted to play with her breasts, or pussy like they said, or even fuck her, they would probably have the permission.