Salma’s door.She opened the door, “Yes, Rahul. Come in.”Mrs. Salma was wearing black leggings and a white top that hugged her large breasts. I c...uld see she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were pushing against the thin material. I suddenly felt faint. “Follow me” was all she said before leading me into her living room.“Right young man, it’s time for your punishment. I want you to take off all your clothes and bend over the arm of that chair,” she said. I hesitated. Mrs. Salma picked up. Heat finally became too much. “Let’s swim,” I suggested, draining my second beer.“Kay!”I anticipated a wonderful show and felt a stir of excitement.Rachael stripped, revealing a simple yellow and blue bikini. Not what I’d hoped for. She noticed my expression.“It was your idea, so don’t give me that frowny face. C’mon, let’s swim.”She entered the lake as I undressed. Knee high in water, she dove in giving me a flash of a very nice looking butt.While I wished my granddaughter had worn plain. After half an hour or so I begin to get ready I remove all the hair I don not want, nice and smooth is how I like it, exfoliate and body brush a girl must look her best naked. I start thinking about the clothes I have brought with me and whether room service will be required for a new dress. In the end I decide on a black dress cut to leave little to the imagination matching sexy black thong and bra and hold up black stockings. I go down stairs to the bar to await my taxis I feel good. Her other hand slides down to my groin aswell, but starts to unzip my slacks, quickly at first, but once the zipper is undone she slowly reaches inside. My cock throbs even harder when I feel her little hand wrap around it, though not totally around it, her fingers dont touch. I unbutton my pants and he lets my cock slide out; long, hard, and thick with veins."What kinda good witch are you?" I ask, looking her over, head to toe."The bad kind..." she says as she slides off the bench, kneeling.