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He looked at the man in a suit in front of him, not really understanding what was wrong with the housekeepers of such wealthy families. And he was holding an envelope in his hand, and the amount of money in it was not a small amount from the thickness. This envelope was given to him by the man just now, and he also said something inexplicable. "Do it with me once, and you take the money." After living for decades, this was the first time he heard of someone paying someone to fuck him. But he didn't want to. What was there to do between men? Without the fragrance and softness of women, they could only go in and out of the asshole, which was disgusting to think about. "No, I can't get hard when fucking a man's skin. You are a housekeeper of a rich family, and if you want to sell your ass, can't everyone do it? Why are you looking for me?" This made the man's handsome face look angry, but he didn't care. "You rich people are more or less sick." But the man in front of him seemed to have made up his mind to have sex with him, and he stood there without saying much and took off his pants directly. The straight and brand new suit pants quickly fell to his feet, revealing the white underwear half covered by the shirt. He couldn't help but sneer when he saw the size of the man. The underwear was a triangle style, which clearly outlined the shape of the thing under the man's crotch. It was smaller than the kid who came to earn pocket money. The man hesitated for a while when taking off his underwear. After a psychological struggle, he bit his lip and slowly took off his underwear. As the cloth left, a pink penis that was only the length of his index finger was exposed. "Why are you showing me such a small thing? You don't even have a few. No wonder you want someone to fuck you." After saying this, he wanted to leave, but he saw the man gently lift the penis and the two small testicles behind it with his slender hands, and slightly raised his butt towards him. He saw a familiar gap behind the testicles. This scene was really new. It was the first time in his life that he saw a man with a vagina, and it was complete, even with a clitoris. The small meat tip grew behind the testicles, and the slightly opened female vagina looked shiny and wet. He walked over to take a closer look, but the man loosened his hand and was about to pull up his pants: "If you don't want to, forget it." Once the bad nature of people comes up, there are many bad intentions in their hearts. He did not stop the man from slowly putting on his pants. He counted the money first. The red banknotes were neatly tied into a stack, and they made a crisp sound when they were pulled. After putting away the envelope, he pushed the man who had just pulled up his pants halfway to the ragged quilt behind him. This thing was used to cover the construction materials to prevent dirt two days ago, and now it was just a convenience for him. After being pushed down, the man obviously knew what he was going to do. He just took out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his face, and didn't say another word. He unzipped his pants and took out his thing from his crotch. It was thick and heavy, and it looked good no matter how he looked at it. But he was not in a hurry to take out his gun and do it. After all, he had to take a good look at the place where these two things were. First, he grasped the soft and grumbling part of the man and rubbed it vigorously. Perhaps it hurt, he turned his face away and groaned, and then he tried to push him away. It was so small that it was not fun. It was better to have a vagina that looked juicy. He felt squeezed as soon as he put one finger in, but it was hot and wet inside, and it sucked his finger gently, as if asking him to go deeper. This time, he really felt it. With the water brought out from inside on his fingers, he rubbed it on his head and jerked it a few times. When he felt it was right, he pushed it in without saying anything. This obviously scared the man, and his body bounced up and fell back, and the handkerchief fell to the side, revealing his delicate face. It seemed that the action was too cruel and made him uncomfortable. He saw the man frowning, wanting to scream in pain but forcing himself to hold it back. After moving a few times, the man opened his legs completely, rolled up the handkerchief and stuffed it into his mouth, looking like a heroic sacrifice. "Fuck, you were born a bitch, why are you pretending? You are neither man nor woman, but you pay someone to fuck you. Let's see if I can fuck you to pieces today, fuck you." This action made him ruthless, and he lifted the man's butt and thrust hard into him. It was a little hard to move in the hole that was not so wet, but it was hot and tight and made him feel very comfortable. The sound of his own scrotum hitting the man's body was so pleasant at this time, and the sun outside just happened to shine through the window frame. This is the warehouse that has just been built in the backyard of Jiang Family Courtyard. It is a completely rough house with only a frame. The two of them are now blocked by a mud wall without doors or windows. Anyone passing by can see this scene. The beautiful housekeeper of the Jiang family, who is usually gentle and easy to talk to, was pressed on a tattered dirty quilt by a worker covered in mud, and her lower body began to flow with water. In fact, it was not water at all, because the housekeeper, who was doing this for the first time, urinated in pain. The smell of sweat and dirt mixed with the workers stimulated him. It was damp and cold here, and his lower body seemed to be cut by a knife. The pain made his head buzz. From the moment he was pushed down, he prayed in his heart that this disaster would pass quickly, but now every minute and every second was so difficult to endure, and the lower body that was in severe pain just now seemed to be numb. He bit his handkerchief to avoid watching the dirty man's movements on him, and grabbed the sheets under him with both hands to gain strength to hold back his groans. It hurt too much, more painful than when his father beat him with a stick when he was a child and his leg bones were broken. The female hole that had hardly been touched was filled with this man's penis, but thinking that his semen would stay in it later, his heart was somewhat comforted.
He only needed the semen of this man whom he would not see again from tomorrow, so that he could have a child. He made this decision after going to the hospital to check whether he could have children. He also carefully applied lubricant to his vagina before coming here. Fortunately, this man was fast and ended this ridiculous thing in three or two minutes. However, when he was at his peak, the housekeeper felt that he was about to pull out, so he took away the handkerchief with a trembling voice and said, "Cum inside." It was considered to be a chance for this guy to indulge himself. In the last few times, he thrust into the deepest part each time, and then stayed inside for a while. The man on him shivered and pulled out the penis. He couldn't help but take a look. There was a lot of red and white liquid on the thing that was indeed of an objective size, but the man hardly even took off his pants. "You little bitch are quite tight, and you're bleeding? You're still a virgin after all this time! Okay, okay, if we weren't leaving soon, I would definitely fuck you tomorrow. I've never heard of cumming inside you, but those big-breasted girls wear condoms when washing their hair. You probably want to give birth to a child for me. Isn't it disgusting? Will the thing you give birth to call you dad or mom? Just give birth to a son, and I'll accompany you to do this every day in the future." The man wiped the ugly thing with his suit, zipped up his pants, put the money in it, and turned away, leaving him lying here alone. His head and body hurt so much that he couldn't move at all. He couldn't even do such a simple action as pulling up his pants. The weather outside was really good, but he felt cold all over as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He didn't know how long it had been, but he felt that he had some strength. When he reached out to pull up his pants, he heard footsteps outside. He was very nervous, but not as fast as the people who came, so he could see the mess clearly. The person who came was the cook, a fat middle-aged woman who was usually hot-tempered and unforgiving. But at this moment, she came to him with a thin quilt in her arms, helped him pull up his pants, wiped off the dirt on his face and body, covered the stains on his body with the quilt, and motioned him to get up slowly. When he got to the bedroom, he lay on the bed and couldn't move. The cook put him down and left in a hurry, which made him remember what had just happened to him. After a churning in his stomach, he couldn't bear the nausea anymore, and he lay on the bed and vomited. The pain and nausea were intertwined. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and all he could vomit was bile, which was bitter and astringent. Tears couldn't stop flowing, and he covered his chest, thinking that he might as well die. He vomited so much that he couldn't even vomit bile and could only dry heave. His body was cold and hot, and he felt very uncomfortable. He had no strength to move at all. He vaguely felt someone wiping his mouth. He blinked for a long time before he saw that it was the cook who came back. She brought two basins of hot water and wiped his mouth with a new towel. Then she stripped him clean without saying anything. The suit stained with humiliation was thrown on the ground, and the underwear that was almost soaked with blood was carefully placed at the foot of the bed. At the same time, the cook put a box in front of him, which was contraceptive pills. "If it doesn't work, take it. If you want a child, you can go to the hospital to find sperm from healthy people. There's no need to wrong yourself like this." The cook rarely screamed, but gently helped him clean his lower body and fed him some water. "If people know about it, he won't come again tomorrow..." He stammered in defense, and saw the cook glaring at him when he was dizzy. "I noticed something was wrong with you since morning. You were sneaking around and I didn't know what you were doing. I waited for you to go to the backyard and followed you. Sure enough, I saw you doing something stupid. That man probably won't live until tomorrow. When I went over, the master of the house was watching not far away. He waited for the man to pull up his pants and then left." The housekeeper's heart skipped a beat and he felt sick again, but he didn't have time to vomit. Someone walked in from outside. It was the master of the house. The man who had grown up with him was smoking a cigarette and looking at him with an ambiguous look. He didn't come forward and tacitly agreed to the cook helping him clean up. "If you have a child, the child will take your surname. I've already dealt with the man. If you don't have a child, just make a decision. If you really want one, I'll pick a clean and smart one from my men for you. Next time, discuss this with me before you do it. Don't do whatever you want. If you get sick, who will take care of the yard in the future?" The master of the house left without seeing his housekeeper faint, but the cook's status in the yard rose several levels from that day on. Two months later, the housekeeper, who felt nauseous at the smell of oil, knew that he had succeeded without going to the hospital.
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