I hope you got a lot of sleep last night because we're going to be up real late tonight."What struck me most in that moment is that he has apparently ...orgotten all about his violent outburst of a moment ago. It's as though it never happened! The way he's talking to me now, anyone eavesdropping would have been left with the impression that I'm here voluntarily!He dipped his head back down to my pussy and I immediately forgot all about his promise of a long night of sex. My mind focused on what. A car alarm, shrilling loudly somewhere outside, was the culprit. We were facing each other when we woke. Our legs were entwined. Our faces were inches apart.For what seemed like minutes we watched each other without speaking. Eventually mom disengaged herself from me and slipped out of the bed we'd shared. I ordered breakfast from the room service menu while mom showered. Then we ate a leisurely breakfast. We didn't talk much.Mrs. Clifford, first name Fiona, thirty-two years old, knocked on. Pulling off she leaned over to the other cock repeating the process. Now she was getting lustfully into it. Back and forth she sucked until she felt one getting close. This time she wanted to feel it on her so she stroked it leaning her face under it and suddenly he exploded cum dripping down her hand onto her face, down her chin. She licked her lips and hand tasting his hot cum. She then turned and sucked the other cock into her slutty mouth deep and hard. Melissa sat down lower to the floor. Within seconds, the boxes reached Dad’s height.Lady grumbled about rudeness of these mafia gangs and common man’s helplessness.“So for next few hours this is our house” I thought as I studied the village couple.The man was lean, dark, fit and agile, with rippling muscles and thick, black hair which he oiled and combed. The lady was short and sexy. Like village women she wore a saree and blouse sans petticoat and bra. I could sense Dad’s lecherous x-ray eyes disrobing and seeing the buttocks,.