The lift also didn’t go there. There were stairs made of cement to go up. I hid behind the pillar and went up quickly n saw sir there smoking near a...class. When I reached there he took me to a room. It was still not completely built. There was cement everywhere with holes made in the wall for windows n stones n mud on the floor. He grabbed me near n said he wants a blowjob right now. He made me kneel. I had to pull my saree up but my knees were hurting. He unzipped his fly n let the cock pop. Mrs. Clifford, first name Fiona, thirty-two years old, knocked on our door at just after twelve-thirty. She was already prepared for the ride. I'd just hopped out of the shower."Morning you two," she welcomed as she advanced past mom and into the room. Her breasts, midsized pointy ones and bare except for the painted designs on them, jiggled delightfully as she walked. And she caught me checking them out and didn't look displeased. She was wearing shorts though!She turned back to mom and asked,. Richard, said "thanks"Richard came back and I took a breather from Ron's cock and notice my panties where torn but did not care. Richard had a thick cock, it was bigger then my butt plug. Ron said "hey sissy suck my cock." I said over but he pulled my head over his cock to make me suck it.At the time Ron put his hand over my butt hole and started lubbing it, it was kind a cold. As he even fingured my asshole. In a few minutes as I was sucking Ron's dick Richard put his dick back in the crack of. ”“So what does he do for a living now that he’s out of the Army?”“He’s a postman.”“A Royal Mail postman?”“Yeah, he delivers letters on a couple of rounds around the town where Miss Lyndsey works. He also paints houses and seems to be making more money from that than his day job.”“Lots of postmen and firemen on shift work do another job, like house decorating, shows he’s enterprising.”Cowfold grinned, “No, Boss, he paints paintings of houses and only charges fifty quid a time.”“What, how does he.