In between I came to know that She comes from a kamma caste. I hate the caste and the people of the caste. I did not want to stay there for long after...I came to know that. For some rason she went inside and I heard a big thud sound from her bedroom. She shouted for help. I ran inside and found that she had fallen down in an ugly condition. Her saree was up to her thighs and could see her bush inside partially. Looking at her thighs I got hard in my pants. My dick was semi erect. I lifted her. I have always known that I am attractive, and I have never understood people who doubt their looks. My eyes are ice blue and have thick eyelashes that fan out and apparently give me an air of mystery. I’ve kept my body in shape all of my 27 years and my abs prove it. I’m of a sturdy build with wide shoulders and yet I have seemingly delicate features as I mentioned. As much as I’m proud of my appearance, everyone is insecure in some way. To me, my eyelashes are too long and my shoulders are too. Unfortunately the business was almost going under. Old Mr. & Mrs. Robertson had to fire the dozen people working for them. They still had a few clients left, which they manufactured for themselves. At one point the had asked Keri if she would like to come work for them on Saturdays. Keri had always loved fashion so she gladly accepted the job. She started of by sweeping floors and packing orders, but after a few months the Robertsons started to teach her how to use the machines and actually. She screamed as she felt another pump of his cock, bringing one more load of burning hot cum up into her. He pressed himself even tighter against her, smashing his balls up against her clit as hard as he could, sending his last spray of sperm straight into the girls already expanded cavity. She was just as full as the first time, her stomach straining against the leather strap, painfully cutting into the soft skin under her breasts. He stayed inside her still hard as a rock, still shoved.