Another man was throating her making her gag. Other men were queuing and spraying my dear mother with semen – some on her t-shirt, some on her hair....This time I couldn't hold it together. My precum turned into a leak I couldn't stop. I kept on cumming, making my underwear, jeans, and legs sticky with cum.After some time driving in the direction of Milledgeville we reached granny's property near the river. We had traveled for more than 2 hours since Atlanta and it was 1 pm, deadly heat.Baby,. I told her I wasn't going to do anything, and to stay calm and she seemed to obey, although only out of fear. In dead silence, I walked up behind her and slid my right hand down the front of her shirt feeling her small tits. She let out a gasp that almost turned to a scream but I put my left hand over her mouth to stop her.I brought my mouth her ear. "I think you're really hot, and I want to fuck you" I whispered, bluntly, "I'll pay you".She made no sound or attempt to struggle, allowing me to. Pleaseeeeee.''Yeah mum... can't we talk to Mrs. Wilson ? Kim and I always dostuff together; at least ask her please...please'. Jenny put herhands together and in the praying position and looked at hermother with pleading eyes. Kim did the same.'OK, OK, I give up I will ask Mrs. Wilson but I already know whather answer will be''Thanks mum you are the best' said Jenny'Yeah just the best' added Kim.Having convinced their mother to make one final try the pairleft. Mrs. Sherman watched the twins. That should help a lot, especially as you can get one good meal a day here and I’ll throw in a season ticket from Greenacres to here on the bus. I will provide the necessary protective clothes, like aprons, gloves and so forth.”“That’s very generous. I accept,” said Wendy, “but one good meal a day here? How do I do that?”“Well you will be here most days I expect and when it gets round to lunch time you simply make a decent meal from whatever is in the larder. I usually have a reasonable amount.