Again they ignored me, and I just stood there with the 35 mm camera. For the next 30 minutes they had me posing, dusting, bending, serving them drinks... and taking photos of me while I did all these things. We went thru 3 rolls of film. Photos of my stocking tops, panties, down the front of my uniform as I served, never showing the faces of the people I was serving but always making sure that when my face could be visible, it would be clearly in the photo.About midnight, the doorbell rang again.. I gladly received their dead semen into the womb of my young body, taping into a grateful tongue, coaxing an astonished cock back to life, and feeling the appreciation of the creaking bones on top of my own silky soap scented body, moaning genuine pleasure, feeling my unopened holes give way to their expert touching, licking and penetration. d***k men apparently desperate to hump a vagina and ejaculate their semen deep inside, cover their desperation by placing a brown paper bag over the. Had many drinks after that. Not sure what [ or if ] i was thinking at that point. Hooked up with Annette again later, back in the room, where i went voluntarily, and quite drunk. she commented on my tiny feet, a 5, and asked me to take off my shoes. i did. She was wearing sexy black stilettos, probably 5 inches, making her about 6 foot tall, a foot taller than me. i remember i wanted her shoes.Shortly after my shoes were off, she began to stand on my feet. It hurt like hell, the heels. ”Aunt Vicky climbed the stairs leading to the stoep, with Sharon close behind. Shaun hung onto the rail to help negotiate the stairway.The door opened and a young man dressed in white trousers and shirt stood in the doorway to accept the luggage from Tamba. Shaun smiled when he saw him, “Hector, so are you going to be running the home?”The young man’s face lit up with a smile, he nodded “yes Sir”, Aunt Vicky explained to a mystified Sharon, “Hector was at school with Shaun here in the Crater..