I think he liked what he saw. He was preoccupied enough that he didn’t realise that I had asked him a question. I said again, ‘Is that serious?’...‘Mmmm? No. Not serious. But you’ll need a new one. Either get a friend to come out here with a new cable, or get towed to a garage.’ He didn’t even look me in the eye as he spoke, he was just taking in the spectacle of a latex clad woman standing there on a country road in the middle of Sussex. ‘Shit.’ I said. ‘What’s up?’ ‘No phone.’ ‘Oh dear,’ he. Suddenly, Master pulls me back to reality, spanking my clit with his open hand, "smack!" and again, "smack!" I instinctively flinch, snapping my legs shut. Realizing what I had done, I look up into his face opening my mouth to apologize. He quickly shushes me by putting his hand over my mouth and shakes his head. His hand caresses my neck, traveling down to rub my breast. He rolls and pinches my nipple hard gaining my entire attention and calmly whispers, "Do that again, my whore and Master. “Ah, Sweta,” he said in a guttural voice, “I have waited for so long to enjoy your body.” I could not help but reply, “Me too, uncle.” He laughed and turned my face towards him. He kissed my lips lightly and replied, “You smell so nice Sweta, like a flower in its bloom.”I giggled at the way he was getting poetic. “Its probably from the flowers you gave me,” I gestured to the flowers in my hair that he got. “Yes, but those are not the only kind of flowers I can smell here, babe,” he said as he. This time I was woken by the sound of my dad telling my mom to get on it. When I woke and heard this I was not sure what he meant but with in a few minutes I knew what they was doing. I heard my mom moaning and telling my dad how good his dick felt in her pussy. This time instead of laying in my bead I wanted to ease over to the door and peek through the louvers to see if I could see what they was doing. What a perfect view I had too. My moms back was to me and I could see my dads dick deep in.