.I mean I don't know. Maybe I'm just not cutout to be a salon assistant," I stammered as my groin started to wakenfrom its early morning slumbers. Bec...y shook her head."Maybe you're not," she said before telling me to go into the back andto start putting all of the styling capes into the washing machine.After about thirty minutes of taking a crash course in washing machinelanguage and trying to figure out the correct temperature to wash thestyling capes at, the right amount of washing powder to. Where was she going? I was fucking her slowly, but knew that I was going to cum soon&hellip, and then she started moaning, Im going to cum. I could feel her increase her rubbing of her clit and I started fucking her faster. She rubbed and rubbed and moaned and then starting quivering, saying Here it comes! Little did she know that that was exactly the right thing to say. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting and I knew I was gonna blow. I shoved it into her and kept it buried as she came. "That would show everyone who even walked down the drive," she said."Really?" I asked."Have you been out there?" she wondered."Yeah, once," I told her. "The crime scene was my focus. I visited the room where it happened just so I could have an idea of the scope on the forensics. I didn't pay any attention to the lobby but thinking back, I can see you're right. Of course, if it is the same quality of the one we have, it won't matter. But I think we need to get it." Ben, this really isn't my case. It was as if they were locked in an unusual dance. The sight of his wife getting fucked was also giving Bhasu excitement which helped him to carry on the powerful strokes in the hot pussy of the lady he found so irresistible all thanks to a person who hated him. It was at the critical moment of discharge that Anita heard the key in the door turn and Shekhar entered. He saw his nude wife being fucked by a person whose face was not very clear but from the way his wife’s hips were moving to meet.