Her lower body is now naked and her smooth, soft looking ass aches for my touch. I maneuver my right hand between her warm thighs, to her privates. I ...eel Lindsay’s hairy mound and below that her soft shaved pussy. It’s wet and I rub her a bit before thrusting two fingers inside her, feeling her moist lifeless pussy as I slowly slide my fingers in and out. Pulling out of the former Deputy Press Secretary’s love hole and using my wet fingers I start rubbing her asshole, making it slick with her. "Are you sure?" I finally said.She nodded.And we started making out again.It lasted for about five minutes. I finally felt her push back."What?" I finally said.She stood up.And, looking at me, she pulled up her shirt.Holy fucking shit.For a women that was as petite as she was, she had a nice fucking set of boobs. She said nothing. She just looked at me sitting on the couch. And she unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled her pants down to the ankles.Hannah stepped out of her jeans.She stood there. After bath we put on our clothes and had our dinner. Revathi offered me a glass of whisky. We both ate & drank and went to sleep as we were extremely tired after our hectic sex work and the alcohol had also its effect on us. Next morning when I got up I found that I was totally nude below the waist and Revathi was sitting Between my legs and sucking my penis. When I looked at her she gave me a naughty smile. Revathi was totally nude and was fingering her cunt. She took out the finger from her. ”My wife told me everything that happened this past weekend.” Greg started to interrupt, but I held up my hand. “Please let me finish and when I’m through you can ask or say whatever you want.” Greg nodded, Tomkins sat there stony eyed.It’s is no big secrete that my wife was a prostitute before I married her. Most people just assumed and most, like the two of you assumed correctly.“I had no illusions when I fell in love with her that she fucked GI’s for a living and yet still I was willing to.