She didn't respond to my allusion to our sometimes steamy-hot letter exchanges.Maybe I was blushing, too."How about this place?" I asked. It was a wel...-lighted, attractive-looking little café. It was past time for dinner by now, and there were only a few customers visible inside."Sure."It didn't turn out to be a milkshake kind of place, but Millie seemed comfortable ordering coffee. We were in a booth alongside a row of picture windows, and had plenty of privacy.When the coffee arrived, Millie. He unbuttoned my shirt as he continued manipulating my ass cheeks. “Mahesh, unzip my pants and make your wife hold my cock, come on Mahesh, do it, make your wife hold my cock. That is an order!” he roared…Meekly Mahesh stood up and obeyed his boss… He fished out Arora’s cock out of his pants and placed in my palm… though big, it wasn’t fully erect yet…”…late starter…”I thought and started massaging it…ashamed, Mahesh turned back…You are not going back Mahesh, touch my balls. Get me hard for. Once there Bob fixed us another drink and My Wife was getting anxious as to what was coming next. Nobody was kinda making the first move when My Wife politely walked up the stairs towards Bob's bedroom, he instantly followed her with me right behind him. When I stepped into Bob's bedroom My Wife was sitting on his bed and Bob was standing beside the bed talking to her. She looked sexy sitting there with the tops of her thigh highs exposed and knowing Bob was getting ready to have My Wife's. They couldnt figure out how it had happened so quickly but they were suddenly my slaves. My mother had slowly removed the beautiful dress she had worn for the party and was standing now in just her bra and underwear. Before she could undo her bra I moved toward her and cupped both her tits in my hands as I looked deep into her eyes. She was still frightened, I think the thought of that dildo was still in her mind, but she still looked at me with the love she had as always had for me and it.