Still no information is coming from her.The next set is 32 fast and furious strokes on her bottom. Her skin is already breaking. Two new guys are assi...ned to deliver this set as the previous ones are losing strength. They stand one on each side with a vicious rattan cane so that they can deliver the strokes one after another with no interruption.At the 20th stroke the poor girl is already crying hysterically. At 25th, she can no longer hold her pee. The strokes continued to rain down on her now. . I’m cummin! . . . I'm cummin!" Mom's whole body convulsed like she was having a fit, her thighs gripping me around my head and lifting my face away from the bed as her arse went into the air from her back arching, her hands grabbing hold of my head, pulling at my hair. Then it was all over, as she slumped flat on the bed gasping for air while I remained between her thighs, pushed up against her fanny, my lower face covered in juice.After a while mom had recovered enough to lean up and laughed. We had some minor relief from our sexual duties for a couple of weeks when we first got there--a quick fuck or blowjob to the men overseeing us once in a while. But the business began again in earnest; too soon for us to believe that we could really relax.We began to receive visits from men of all economic strata--businessmen, truckers, college students, and even farmers. After all the time we had been involved in the sex business by now, the other ladies and I could easily tell what these men. I had just taken a deep breath to swallow the second load when the third was already being dumped into my mouth. I felt panic because it was just too much but I swallowed. Only being able to take down half the load before needing to breathe again. By this time, I had lost count of the loads dumped into my mouth.I was gulping down what I could! The rest was escaping out of the corners of my mouth, drooling down his shaft. Air bubbles were forming from the cum that was escaping my mouth as I.