. , I'm home." Maricar called out."So you are... ," Yasmin said, smiling at the look of excitement on her daughter's face. "Do I get to see what you b...ught?" Oh, Mother... ," Maricar said. "Do I have to show this stuff to you? It's kind of embarrassing."Yasmin laughed. "Okay... , Dear," she said. "I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed."It's just some revealing night dresses and some sexy panties..." Maricar said, still feeling a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time wanting to satisfy her. Jon finally made his way right next to me. It seemed almost purposely so he could carry on a conversation with the only other man in the room not obsessed with fucking my wife. As he stood next to me staring at the activity in front of us both he finally addresses me and says, “So you must be so happy to be Trish’s man, she is amazing”. To which there was a long pause. Was that a compliment, or a very perverse statement. I didn’t even know what to say back to him as we both stood in our tracks. Huge boobs and a large ass, she was not so attractive, but we liked her as she asked reasonable money.So we hired her for cooking and all the other stuff.She was regular on her duty and cooked a nice food, we all admired her for that. The days were passing on, and I was feeling lonely and very horny as my girlfriend was far from Mumbai and we only had some sex chats only,,, I used to shag my load off and sleep.But it was very frustrating and I needed some real thing some real sex.We have. “Look at me,” she ordered as she touched his face. He looked into her eyes and she could see his arousal and need written on his face, his body immobile- waiting for her command. “You want to ride my cock?” she asked him, still looking into his eyes. “Oh yes please Mistress, let your slut ride your cock,” he begged. In response she slapped one ass cheek, then the other, leaving a red handprint on each and causing him to yelp with pain and delight. He started moving up and down her cock,.