One day I returned from my office and relaxing in my portion. The houseowner’s wife entered into my room with a cup of tea. I accepted with thanks. ...he too take cup of tea and sat in sofa and talking general topics. After a little pause she asked me 50,000/- loan from my office. She is around 35 with good physic. Wheatash in color with black long hair, her hair touchs her ass. She is having medium size boobs. Her husband is unemployed and having no income source except rents. I said its not. But so that she could hear the wetness of it, the slipping and sliding, the coarseness of it all, I ensured that the partially open door would leave her gagging for it out there while she fingered herself to sleep. And I wasn't dissapointed. When I had dismounted and started to settle down for the night. I frequently heard the clicking of her wetness and her soft moans as she finally worked herself off. The downside was that by then I would have a horn on me again thinking of her and ready to. She looked so wealthy and pretty. Short blond hair and nice cloths. Her husband look like a movie star. Blue eyes and brown hair. Wow I thought!Not like the local boys I suspect?Oh no. Very handsome he was.So what was the problem between you and the two of them?The wife. In beginning she not even know I exist. Only the husband spoke 'thank you' when I would deliver drinks or towels. I don't mind. Then after third day she was in very bad mood. Later I find out she catch him flirting with a local. These rare celebrations often lasted through the night and the yoni would be socked over and over until she was too sore to accommodate her assailants. Often out of anger or frustration they would resort to other more brutal and humiliating things to do to her. It was at the second celebration that two of the more adventurous team members decided to use her anus when her cunt could not longer handle the traffic. Kanan bled for two days afterward. That also was the time at the same celebration.