She had very sensitive feet. As soon as i was sure it was safe, i started snapping pics of her. My mum was only 47 and had a fantastic body, boobs wit...out sag and toned stomach. I got fantastic close ups of her pubes and pussy, as by as her boobs. After i had had my fill of photos i went back, but closed her legs together so she would have absolutely no idea anything had happened.We only had one more full day in Portugal and dad had to go out to return cars and the girls were having a goodbye. My attempts to try and persuade them to escape all ended as futile failures. They never responded to any word I said to them except, "WE MUST WORK TO MAKE OUR MASTER HAPPY."Finally, Paula approached me and told me that it was time for my last shot of D.N.A. "Please, just get in the chair, Matt; it will just take a moment and will be easier for the both of us if you do not resist."There had to be something I could do to stop her. My mind was swarming with ideas. Nevertheless, none seemed to be. The last of the men to be auctioned was the one who had seemed almost happy to be here. He paraded with some flair and stood during the auction playing with his enormous prick. Jacqui thought it was the largest real prick she had ever seen, as big as the dildos that the BDSM clubs had used. Although some of the early old men had sold for as little as fifty credits, this young man fetched twelve hundred credits and was bought by the woman who Jacqui guessed correctly to be Martha, the brothel. .As I keep rubbing your ass, your cock that I dont know about is getting a bit hard...You turn to me and say that let have a drink..You stand up and smile to me..That smile is so pretty...You pack your stuff and we go...On the way we pass some thick bushes, you grab my arm and you lead us in there. You kiss me and then you turn around..I start to kiss your neck as you push your ass against my crotch and start to rub it against my cock..As you feel that it is getting harder, you suddenly lean.