Since it was a hot day I saw that he was sweating and looked thirsty. So I asked him to come inside and sit as I would give him his bonus and maybe a ...lass of juice as it is a season of festivities.“Andar aajao… pani pe lo main tumhe kharchi deti hu” (Come in, have some water while I give you your festival bonus).He came in and as he sat at the sofa I went to the kitchen to pour him some juice before I went to the room to take out cash. He was feeling hot so I turned on the fan and he opened. If there's one thing I miss about smoking, having quit long ago, was what a turn on it was to sit back with a cigarette and enjoy having my cock sucked. So often a blow job is just a component of a broader sexual experience, but sitting back on a big chair or a couch with a girl between your legs sucking your cock and balls while puffing on a butt really seems to set a blow job apart. It's pure cock service without the rush. I pissed in her mouth a couple more times that night and she took. Her son had won a fine bride and a powerful father-in-law. Her only worry was that the young girl would be unhappy in the castle, with all the servants already older and with no companions her own age. She had not brought any of her own companions either as her departure from Rennenberg had been made in haste.With the announcements made and the toasts offered, the wine flowed freely and Sigfrid and the Count were in boisterous mood telling amusing stories. The Count had just recounted an. "Don't be such an old fart, you'll ruin the fun. The sisters want a proper unveiling. You know, half the pleasure of getting a gift is unwrapping it. Play along," Sheila's friendly voice advised me from behind. "Is it bigger than a bread box?" I mumbled. The other half was guessing what was under the wrapping paper. I searched my mind for clues. Whatever mystery or magic lay behind the door, was likely connected to last night's hammering and banging. Twenty Five hours without sleep had drained.