?" Her mother had been hiding behind the door, nude, a large electric-blue strap-on the only thing donning her pale, voluptuous frame. Her mother's...slender hands were perched on her curvy hips, her lustrous red hair spilling over her freckled shoulders, and a deviant little smile plastered on her pretty face. She walked towards her confused daughter. "M-Mom? What are you doing in my room with..." She trailed off, her eyes fixed on her mother's ripe, pendulous breasts that bounced subtly. I moved my bag straight up in front of my lap, so it would seem like rickshaw driver couldn’t see my body.The old guy realized that and moved his left hand behind me on the back-rest and continued with his right hand on my right nipple. I opened two buttons of my shirt and directed his hand inside my shirt. He was happy to feel my skin and started really groping and tweaking my nipples.He thought because of my bag’s position, the rickshaw guy couldn’t see. But I knew that he could still see. There were no more confrontations with the Young Bucks or Marshal Crow from outsiders who wanted to make a name for themselves.They were drilling oil wells at an ever increasing rate, with crews quickly moving from one site to the next. They had enough hired hands to start a separate construction crew which would dismantle and move a derrick from a producing well as soon as it was in operation and pumping. They would then take the derrick to the next planned drill site, erect and outfit the rig. As for the humiliation, strangely I found it thrilled me, I suppose I've been humiliated since I realised I was wanting in the sex department, what Chris was doing turned that right round and it turned me on beyond anything that's happened to me before and my penis agreed, whenever she put me down it throbbed agreement with her and being tied up and helpless while she enjoyed her lover fucking her so hard right before my eyes was mind blowing.It was now 10:30, the automatic light on the dresser.