We were met at the train station in the town whose name I cannot pronounce by a very Asian looking man in his mid-30s. Nayan greeted us in barely unde...standable English and helped with our bags. We would ride mules to the village where he, his brother, and their common wife lived. We had not adapted to the altitude yet so were rather quiet on the ride, just taking in the amazing scenery.At their humble dwelling we were greeted by the other two family members. Somewhat unusually, there were no. "If he can't, I can and I will," growled the old man with scars on his face. His statement wasn't a boast, but a proven fact. He stabbed out his cigarette in a large ashtray piled high with butts."Get in line, Fred. She's the only thing that's any good in this fucking world," said the man with the artificial arm. He looked down at his drink and ran a metal finger through the ring of condensation around the base of the glass. When he lifted the glass, the puddle looked like a drawing of the sun. .. pounding her juicy, quivering cunt into a mass of creamy froth as he fucked her from orgasm to delicious orgasm. It seemed my mother was finally getting the kind of sex she had always desired, hard and thrusting. I guess dad had never been into rough sex, and I guess my mother had often fantasized about rough sex with other men, brutal men who would fuck her hard and long, ramming her horny, wet cunt with their hairy cocks till she passed out with pleasure. Now, to her utter delight, my. Vivian took a sip of her strong cocktail through the playful yellow straw. She sat back and moved one of her booted calves closer to her new submissive.“Alright Camilo, if this to continue, you will follow my next instruction to the letter.”“Yes, Miss Vivian.”“Get below the table and put your lips on my boot, where they belong. You will kiss my foot for no less than ten seconds. Count out those seconds to yourself, slowly.”A shade of red entered Camilo’s cheeks, but it didn’t stop him from.