I looked up a few times and his face was in heaven, moaning, mmmmm fuck yes, fuck fuck yes. Sucking him so hard and good, he pulled my head up many ti...es to stop himself from cumming in my mouth. He didn't want to, not yet.Still on my knees he started undressing me, pulled my top off then pulled me up straight to slide my jeans off. Then my lingerie unclipped and slid down my legs but stockings kept on. I rolled a condom onto his hard cock with my mouth while he held my head firmly in his. Afterwards I met his servant who was this 19 year old petite lady with a ponytail, always wearing a blue sari, I'll talk about her sometime is you want to hear that story. So we do what we do, hang out, talk, his son acting as interpreter in between. I notice his wife was nowhere to be seen, I didn't question it with either the dad or his son. The father, this late 50 year old was looking at me, constantly. I can't tell you if I'm an expert at reading messages, but I kinda had an image in my. On the way, Cassie again put her hand on my crotch, rubbing my re-forming hard-on. "I owe you big time, Daddy. How would you like me to pay you back?"Putting my free hand around her neck and fondling her blouse covered breast, I replied, "I'll be collecting my rent weekly, Cass." In answer, she ducked down while fishing my cock from my pants. "Cass! What the fuck?" I stammered, taking my eyes off the road for a brief moment. I watched as her lips ovalled around my shaft while she hummed along. When I walked up the back steps and into the kitchen, I saw Grandma was staring out of the window at the horse pasture nearest the farm house, a dreamy happy look on her face.She was leaning over and the front of her dress and apron was up around her waist. Grandma was working the tip of her finger slowly around in her vagina, watching Barabba, the stud horse, fucking a mare no more than 20 feet away, at the edge of the fence, near the house. I stood there amazed, saying nothing, just watching..