" That's not surprising. You look like a boy of twelve instead of a young woman of, what, sixteen?" Nearly seventeen," she said with a smile as our fo...d arrived."Is he still in town?"She nodded again, taking a big bite. "Dressed plainly, in mufti, looks like a farmer I suppose or a drover." You think he is spying for them, for the British?" Oh yes," she said. "Can't think of why else he would be around." Turncoat and spy," I said, "they'll hang him twice."She smiled. "I'd like to watch." Where. Rajan came from the back and kissed her on her back & untied her hairs. He teared her blouse from the backside, mom was surprised but alcohol had hit us hard and we were already out of our fucking minds. He teared and threw the blouse away, He went down and opened her petticoat, mom was only in her red bra and thong. Her wide ass were looking sexier in the thong. We got back to our bed filled with flowers, mom started to remove her ear rings and other jewellery. But i stopped her.I saidMe- Mom. Dietel's last question was true. "Of course, sir, and thank you."He waved my statement away. "I should get back." He walked back towards the elevator. "I called home and the maid will handle my wife once you get her there." I nodded. After all, it was my job.Mr. Dietel quickly stepped into the open elevator and closed its doors. I was left alone in the large cement parking complex. Well, I thought, it's a job. Beats digging ditches.I got behind the driver's seat and stole a quick look behind me. As I darted for the mens room, I noticed a few looks from other drivers checking me out, prolly wondering if that skinny, shirtless young punk was actually driving that truck. I ran for the piss trough, and quickly hauled out the monster. There were three others standing there as well, but at the moment, I didn't give a fuck. Cause I didn't need to piss—I had to unload a massive nut. I grab my fully boned cock in my right fist, and dropped a load of spit and snot right on to my swollen purple.