“Funny people. You watch yourself up there lad.” His father commanded the table with his opinions, as the family set about eating the meal. “...our great-granddad always thought it was a strange place,” came his mother. “What connection has it got to do with great-granddad?” Charles wanted to know, looking across the table for the first time. “He worked there for a while,” she replied. “I never knew that.” “Quite. So this family has had enough of that place,” said his father. . Then he produced what i belive is called a spreader bar and attached my ankles to it after spreading it as far as it could go. I was in an almost perfect split. Then he grabbed a cane and told me to walk to the changing rooms. It was agony but i managed it just. Every time i stopped my arse recived a firce caneing. I was lead into the six form changing rooms. He put a collar aorund my neck and attached was a chain to it. So now i was suffering the worst humilation ever. I was tied gagged naked. John jumped the wall and before my mom knew, she was in his firm grip, his hands playing with her ass, his lips kissing her neck and his dick rubbing against her. He knew she wanted it. She knew he understood her. I was shocked to see them. My mom never yelled… Never Cried… But just stood there paused, welcoming John. This foreplay made my mom horny and she began moaning. He hugged her tightly and rubbed his cock on her. She couldn’t wait. She pushed him back gently and removed her pallu. My. My hands are always in their bums when I am outside walking with them. I grope them and touch their arses in public and they smile while I do it and then film their bums on the streets and come home and wank to the videos while they watch and me suck me off one by one and to finish off, end up with cum all over their faces. I often film their bums while they are out with me and visit their villages and take pictures of the women and enjoy my life in Bangladesh, enjoying the women and.