She screamed, collapsed, sobbing but as I looked I could see the red imprint of my hand on her lovely white bum until now I had forgotten about the ca...era but I now checked to see that it was still working and had the bed in focus which it had.I then turned her onto her back. Naked from the neck down, her jeans around her knees all she had on was the thong. I took my time enjoying the scene she laid there her eyes wide open still begging me to stop. Holding her hair again, I pulled my jacket. Rahul climbed from Grandpa’s lap and sat between us. Prakash was telling about his overseas topics and was ruffling Rahul’s hair. As Rahul was snuggling close to me, Prakash’s fingers brushed against my right tit.I stiffened and thought that maybe it was accidental but few seconds later, again his fingers pressed more firmly into my tit. I looked at Varun and Bhakti , they were looking ahead. I moved my right hand to give his hand more room and arranged my pallau strategically to cover his. Just watching the nimble and nubile females glued to their partner's bodies was enough to make Fiona's juices start to flow.Magically, a gin and tonic appeared on her table.When she asked the waiter if he was reading her mind, the staunchly blank-faced young man replied,"It came from that gentleman over there, Madame."Fiona peered in the direction of the waiter's finger and saw her massage specialist from the beach visit. He waved at her and she beckoned him with her hand wondering what his. ..” Hafnan worried.“Don’t slow down, put the suitcase on the bed.”“Ou--Yes, Natasha.” Hafnan squeaked. It was bold but Natasha didn’t seem to respond poorly to hearing her name. Hafnan tried not to stare. She unzipped the bag.“Clothes. Clothes. Remember how everything was packed,” Natasha said, as she watched Hafnan pick out everything and lay it down.“Yes, of course,” Hafnan said. She laid out everything methodically on the covers. It would be easy to trace her steps backwards.“Oh, her.