“What is it?” the woman shouted from down in the dip. “Oh just a couple of peeping Toms,” the man replied, “and by the look of it they were ...bout to enjoy just what we’ve been enjoying.” “Well invite them to the party,” the woman called back. The man looked down at us, his eyes falling on the wet patch on my wife’s panties and my stiff cock. He looked at me and smiled. “You don’t want to waste that do you,” he said pointing to my cock, “and it looks like your lady is ready for a good fuck,. I had thought there was someone in the room with us, that was what had woke me up. I moved my head slightly, letting my eyes scan the shadows of the room. I didn't see anyone else in here. I must have been dreaming.I adjusted my head to get comfortable again and tried to get back to sleep. Gianna's nude body lay against mine. An arm was draped across my stomach, one of her legs covering mine. After she had climbed naked into the bed with me, we kissed and fooled around a bit, but we spent most. Next she quickly took off her saree. She took off her panties and lay down on the chatai close to the bed so that she could keep her feet on the bed so they are raised in the air.Spreading her legs, she touched her pussy lips (labia) with her finger. Her juices already flowing inside slowly seeped out on her finger and she promptly rubbed it back on her mound. She rubbed her pussy lips and pinched them between her finger and thumb. In a matter of seconds, she was dripping wet. She picked up the. But you just seemed so... I don't know, together.”I leaned my head back and kissed his chin. I replied “I wanted to know.”“Know what?” he looked concerned.“What it's like to be raped. I wanted to know what it was like to have no control, to not be making the decisions. What is is like to just give over... to be used, instead of using. To have a man just fucking use me without worshipping me like a precious little princess. I had to know.”He kissed me gently and said “Well... what did you think..