He was very friendly with me, and we used to talk about everything in our lives. I even told him how many times I masturbate in a day. He used to look...at my mom with lustful eyes, which I did not like in the beginning but who knew that she would turn out to be a randi and enjoy his lust and more.Wowww! I can’t even imagine how they were fucking. “Aaajaaaaahaaaa.. Aahhaaa.. oohhh..Yeahhhhh. It was kinky stuff. So, here is how it began.One day mom was not home. I was watching porn and Sanjeev. “The boss has taken over that territory himself, but he needs a replacement. I doubt that Veronica’s going to shove her dick up anybody’s nose while working, which at least gives her a leg up on her predecessor. Do you want me to arrange an interview?” Josh was on the phone in a second. Veronica, of course, first wanted to know how many tablespoons there were in a liter. “About sixty seven and a half,” offered Lucy. I was still stuck on how to convert ounces to furlongs, and she had the fucking. She then felt the restraints removed from her wrists. She lay there, exhausted and sore, wishing for just one good orgasm. She heard the sound of the camera lens clicking, knowing her Master was collecting photo evidence of her cum-covered body. “Clean yourself up!” he ordered, as he threw her a hand towel. It was inadequate for her needs but she did as best she could, wiping the drying cum from her face and neck, tits, belly and thighs. There wasn’t anything she could do about her hair,. Following in the footsteps of my father I became a gardener at a very fortuitous time. With the use of ever more sophisticated equipment on the farms round our village employment prospects on the farms and in the support services in the village declined. This led to many of the inhabitants leaving the village to find work elsewhere. Then a sort of reverse process set in. People who had made money in the city started to buy the vacated cottages and houses and use them as places to ‘get away.