Chapter 5

The following day was to be an extraordinary one for Lewis.

It had begun around 7am when he awoke to the sensation of Laura caressing his cock which was already full to bursting without a by your leave!

Laura had been awake for a while, just listening to him sleeping and breathing up against her. He was in the same spot when he’d finally expired after their rampant fucking the night before.

But she too had slept soundly after being fucked to oblivion, yet soon upon wakening her appetite for him began fretting once again, and she could not resist touching and caressing him.

He had drowsily responded by grunting, moaning, and rolling onto her, kissing her luxuriously.

“You have the most wonderous cock my darling”, she crooned.

“Yeh? Well it’s aching right now.” he quipped.

The pair writhed a while, before Lewis drove his cock into the heart of his mother’s cunt in one long thrust! ... Her yell was ecstatic!

At the time Olandar had been preparing tea for them and hearing Laura’s yell, recognised it for what it was. They were rampant so early!

She grinned formulating some fun. She took the tray of tea to their door, waited and listened.

She chose her moment to perfection. They were on the vinegar stroke; both gasping in bliss as Lewis ejaculated into Laura lunging beneath him! Olandar entered with her tray,

“Good Morning; I thought you’d like tea to start your day!” ... What she glimpsed as Mr Lewis drew out, exceeded her curiosity!

... It was past nine that morning that Laura accompanied Lewis around the Ranchos, as it was known by those who lived and worked there.

It was a self-contained community with some family’s having lived there from the early days of the mine being established. They mostly had the better units or huts with electric and water facilities, while other lone laborers shared varied dormitory accommodation.

There was a store for basic provisions, and a makeshift saloon bar where gambling was a pass-time. Once a day there was a bus that ran into Durban which was over an hour away.

But it was the Mine that supported all of this and later in the day it was Obitty who accompanied Lewis on the inspection.

Obitty clearly had senior status among the miners they encountered, and he spoke to them in their own language; usually ‘Yarpy’ or ‘Africanse’ but some also spoke English. Their naked skins shimmered in a cocktail of blacks, browns and beiges.

Ultimately the task was to extract the right kind of gem-rock and get it to the storage barns. It was the gem-sorting barn that Obitty finally took his new boss into, and here Lewis came to handle a small quantity of the dull soapy material which was diamond ore.

As he handled some he thought of Laurance Denton and how it was some ore just like this, which had inspired him to spend much of his life in building what Lewis had spent the past few hours exploring.

Then he noticed something odd; one of the sorters only had one hand, while his other arm ended in a stump. Even so he was managing his work quite well?

Lewis asked Obitty why he was employed as a sorter?

“When he was employed, he had both hands Mr Lewis; but he was caught stealing gem-stone; to sell in Durban.”

“What do you mean Obitty ... I don’t understand?”

“Denton had everyone assembled and had his hand cut off. But he kept his job Mr Lewis.”

Lewis was shaken; and realised he had a lot to learn about the Ranchos.