“So we’ll have to postpone the ‘lesson’!” said Shobha getting disappointed that bhabhi had to leave. “No. It probably won’t take me too ...ong in the office. I’ll give you the keys to my apartment.” said Savita handing her the keys to her apartment “You can let yourself in and wait for me there.”Shobha reached Bhabhi’s apartment and seeing that Ashok was not at home as usual; decided to try on some of the clothes and lingerie they had purchased at the mall. She entered bhabhi’s bedroom and began. In fact, I could easily see I was virtually a captive slave with no other option but to follow their orders and keep my mouth shut to stay alive.When they picked me up with the pole, a couple of them started to rub the mud into my skin from head to toe and I struggled to get away from their demanding fingers. Soon I was browner than them and only my blue eyes and blonde hair gave me away as being not of their tribe. As the only female in the group of about twenty I felt hopelessly outnumbered. I drove off up the lane towards Clanfield where Mary was meeting the works bus that would take her on to the factory.I was nearly fourteen then and Mary had turned sixteen.Whitedirt was the smallest farm in the Meon Valley of Hampshire. This was partly due to the ancient chalk quarry that bordered our top field, forming a natural barrier. They reckoned that it’s location could have been a site for ancient cave dwellers.When Dad initially secured the farm tenancy he’d married mum who had lived. As her wet lips locked around his head, he released his shaft and rested his hand on her hip, pushing forward she moaned in appreciation and a small groan of pleasure escaped his own lips as her velvet folds engulfed him. A fleeting thought crossed his mind about protection, but the way her pussy pulled on his cock, the warm wetness as he slid further, made him forget such notions very quickly. Instead he pulled his cock back and slid it into her again, making her moan, he loved how she moaned.