The thickness now the same as her forearm and the length was going to be the same. Cupping the balls she could hardly get then in the palm of her hand...and they felt heavy. Her routine remembered after a while, she reached into her gash and felt the wetness of her cunt and collecting her juice on a finger and offered it to her punter (as she use to call them, her only charge was a hotel room) He sucked on her fingers tasting her cunt, while she worked on his magnificent cock, wanking the shaft. It was only slightly unusual in the fact that it had a cellar, a feature that was not very common to its genre, but that, too, was a simple, rustic construction, and one that would never occasion much comment.The cellar's walls were of cold, rough granite, no doubt dragged to this forsaken point from a nearby quarry, also long forgotten. The floor was earthen, gravelly and uneven. There were no windows to shine light into the quiet darkness; the only illumination was the fading sunlight. ‘My god he thought she’s the most striking woman I’ve ever met.’ He was still staring when Betsy and Donna arrived and took Sandra off on a tour of the barn and its surrounds. ‘Can I steal your cooks’ the doctor asked as they surveyed the over stocked tables. Piles of Mud crab, prawns, oysters, bugs, fish and fruit were displayed magnificently on trestles under the colourful flood lit Moreton Bay fig tree. They were sucking oysters when Sandra returned. ‘Congratulations Dave, this place is. She was almost proud of her structure and would not pin her pallu to keep herself fashionable like an elite women . she left a single layer of pallu to cover boobs and belly which fortunately revealed her assets . on the way back to the lodge john was keen on inviting us for a dinner with him the following day as he was very much pleased with our attitude and behaviour , John uttered few words to me saying “why don’t you all shift to Bangalore and work in Bangalore in one of my establishments”.