She did her pilates, came out, tossed her gear in the boot, never noticing a figure on the floor behind the front seats.She drove out of the car park,...then the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. She glanced and saw a stocking covered face over her shoulder. A knife was flashed in front of her face."Do as I say and don't say a word unless you want your throat cut, cunt. "He directed her through a maze of side streets."Shift to the passenger seat, whore. Don't even think of running. Ami to amar kamala r ras khabo pran bhare…’..Ram babu kamale ke khate chit kare suiye diye mai chuste thaken..sara ghare chuk chuk sabdo chhariye pare…Kamala aah aah kare te thake ‘O mago…ki sukh..choso choso…ogo chuse chuse tumi amar sab ras kheye nao go…’..Rab babu abar kamalar sari/saya….khule diye oor kalo ghano chul bharti gud a hat bolate thaken…,aar nijer lungi ak tane khule fele bara ta kamalar hate dhariye den…Ram babur pray 7″ lamba o 2’5″ mota..bara ta Kamala hate niye bhay pay…’ki. Eventually, we had rubbed every possible area of their arms and back. Our handiwork was rewarded with a constant stream of coos and ooohs.Dad glanced at me and then announced, “OK, ladies. Time to turn over.”“Oh, you are a magician, Bob!” sighed Mom, obviously satisfied with the labors of his hands and fingers.“You too, babe,” added Erika, grinning from ear to ear.Needless to say, Dad and I had our tongues hanging out of our mouth as the women took up full frontal positions. He shot me a pair. "Oh, Ann. Yes. My pussy. No one has ever touched my pussy. Oh, my pussy, my pussy... " Her eyes were closed again and Ann nodded to me with a smile. 'She's ready' she mouthed.I quietly tip-toed over to the girls, the music hiding any sound I might have made. I was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, my cock making a tent out of the front of them. Ann carefully moved my hand into position and let me take over stroking Mattie's pussy, in one swift, deft move that made Mattie think it was still Ann.