He created a hundred model designs. The gardens are changed every fifty years to the next design. Thousands of schoolchildren hike through the gardens...every year. Young couples and families enjoy the gardens on the weekends. I love walking in these gardens. They remind me of my grandfather, who was a wonderful warm man. He was a great leader. I hated my father ever since I learned he arranged his assassination. I overheard my father talking about it one day to the Vizier. Neither of them. He had a hold on one corner of the map, the side closest to me, and he lifted it for me to take a look.It was then that I realized that his pants were down around his knees and the movement of his hand was him jacking himself with the map covering himself. He continued lifting the map up further exposing his cock to my eyes. I giggled and smiled, acting like I had not seen him jerking off, leaned further into the car, and started pointing at the map in various places, pushing the map down so. She was dressed in a long flowing skirt and a t-shirt. She came to the kitchen entrance looked left towards Snehal's room backed up and raised her t-shirt and flashed me with a wink. I winked back laughed softly. Snehal soon emerged from her room gave me a smile and sat down. She asked Mala if she could prepare tea for the two of us and Mala told her the tea was already ready and brought out two cups and placed it in front of us. Snehal gave a sly smile as she noticed me looking at Mala and. “Look at that this bitch’s asshole, Mark,” Jon told his friend. “So fucking tight and sexy.” Jon spread me further apart, “I bet this whore has taken a lot of cocks up her ass.” He swatted my butt again.“Please fuck me now, Jon,” I asked as I looked over my shoulder to Jon. I was still horny and the way they talked about me as if I was not there was adding to my arousal and I wanted to be fucked again. I did not care if it was in my ass or my pussy. I just wanted to be fucked.I heard Mark.