I lay naked on the bed and started playing with my prick. Slowly my juice starting pouring out. After sometime again I started playing with my prick. ... did not realize that our maid Geeta had come back from the market. She saw my books in the drawing room so see slowing came to my room to see what I was doing. When she came to my room I was busy playing with my prick. When she saw me in my act she got excited. She waited till my juice started pouring out. She came in guitly and caught my hand.. ”Immediately they bitched about a hundred dollars. I had to smile when she told them that it was only twenty-five apiece. I certainly would have put up a hundred dollars all by myself to see her strip. Especially if I came in there every night. She was quite attractive.The money was gathered up, presented to her, and she got out from behind the bar. Now Janet was a real good-looking woman. She had on a tight black T-shirt with the bar’s name printed on it in white, a tight pair of blue jeans,. In the three months I spent with her, we had sex everyday but on weekends we did it multiple times. I had figured out my wife was a sex addict. Honestly, I had no problem with it. On the contrary, I considered myself lucky.We landed in Paris at seven in the evening. Paris was so different. Everyone lady there looked sexy as if there was a fashion show going on. I could feel my trip here would keep me horny throughout! I think my wife noticed too and winked at me.We check in to our hotel and I. I need you ready to give me all the cums you owe me." How many is that?" At least twelve." I groaned and we laughed, though she said, "I'm not kidding." Our mouths joined in a toe curling kiss. When she began lifting off my cock, she looked down, amazed. "You're hard as a rock!" It's okay," I said, slurring my words, the alcohol and the exhaustion hitting me like a wrecking ball. "No other part of my body is up for the task of giving you the pleasure you deserve. I promise it will rise again.