Near the Haymarket we had an interview with the head waiter of a plush establishment. The receptionist was dressed in a tight fitting blouse and hotel...waistcoat with a black skirt. She had the blouse open to reveal cleavage of a fine pair of breasts, and her small figure was enhanced by her curves. Phil and I looked approvingly at each other, hoping that this would be a positive experience.The Italian head waiter asked us to demonstrate setting up tables and serving which we did to his. She spread my wife’s legs apart which caused her skirt to slide up all the way around her waist revealing her bright red lace panties. My wife’s tits were still pulled out with her blouse open so now everyone in the room could see. I then noticed that both men were no longer paying attention to their strippers and were closely watching my wife instead. She put her face between my wife’s legs, put her lips to my wife’s panties and did the same humming trick. My wife pulled her feet up onto. "You're a teenager. It's perfectly normal," he writes the objectives of the class on the white board, not looking at me. I knew this made him feel uncomfortable. To be honest, it made ME feel uncomfortable to talk about it. But he offered to help me with whatever I needed and this was something I needed help with. "I get goosebumps," I mumble. He looks at me then. His eyes take in my arms, legs, chest. I saw this as something normal. Well, at the moment anyway. He was just checking, right? I. Pe gane chalaye aur me bhabhi ki kamar per hath dal kar dance kar ne laga, aur dance kar te kar te use choom raha tha, aur unki gaand me ungli dal raha tha, udher anjali bhabhi hume dance kar te hua dekh kar musko ra rahi thi,Thodi der bad bhabhi boli anjali tum bhi aaja o ab hum sath me dance kar rahe the, kabhi bhabhi mere land per apni gaand takrathi kabhi anjali, ab mere bhabhi ko uthake bed per sula diya, aur unki sareee utheke unki chut chat ne laga,bhabhi pehle se garam ho chu ki thi, to.