Where the brown left off and the pinkbegan, it was a gradual blended change...My lips stood out in a pretty pinky-red color. They looked like theybelo...ged on a model, not my face.Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and said comedownstairs. As I followed her, I could feel the airy feeling under thejumper, and my legs rubbed together and I felt the silkily feeling ofthe hose. Even the sandals felt good... they kinda clicked as I walkedand felt strangely good.She led me down to the. I was working and I had engaged a servant boy of around 11 yrs old to bring my lunch and dinner dabba from the mess as I did not like the hotel food.Gradually my work load increased and I had to engage a maid and so I told my servant boy to arrange a maid for cleaning the house and washing my clothes. He told that his mother is at home and she can work so I agreed and he brought his mother.Her name was Nirmala and she was a typical bihari women around early thirties and she had a wheatish. Her groans of pleasure were again muffled by the cock stuffed in her mouth. Gasping, Jared collapsed to one side. Brad handed Henry a condom, case already split. “Your turn, man, have fun!” Jill, her mouth empty for a moment, cried out, “Oh, I love having two cocks!” Brad hurried to Jill and kissed her deeply while Henry rolled the rubber down his shaft and took his position behind her. Breaking the kiss, Brad thrust his cock, slick with Jill’s and his commingled juices, between one set of her. We had a good supper in the hostelry – I must laud the high standard of the cuisine in even the meanest of taverns of France – then retired to our room, which I saw with approval had a roaring fire, and a large, comfortable looking, bed. Matilde began to prepare herself for bed, which I hoped included her taking precautions to prevent pregnancy, and I went back downstairs to write my letters – even between lovers some things are best done in private – and I don't mean just the writing of.