"Are you broadminded for being a photographer you must have come across works of art that would require a very open mind?"She smiled. "You mean naked ...igures or objectionable works?" she asked. He nodded. "In a way photos or any work of art that would require an open mind and not be judged on a very narrow upbringing, like for example my wife would run a mile if she came across a naked picture or something that ridiculed her moral or religious beliefs", he said."I would take that sort of works. She then walked to him, saying. “Now that the house is clean let’s get the man of the house cleaned too.” She pulled him up and walked to the bathroom she just cleaned. She helped him take off his clothes. He insisted on keeping the underwear on, and she agreed.Birju was completely useless as he let her pour water on him, lather soap on him, and then wash him clean. Meanwhile, he simply sat there watching.“Your sari is getting wet,” he pointed out.She looked down to see that the sari was. In fact, I was almost embarrassed by how fast and hard I came, releasing a loud, unexpected moan as I exploded in pleasure.As my head cleared, I eased away from Eric’s embrace, and gently lowered myself to my knees. My hands never left his body, gliding instead down his back and over his hips, until I could cup his balls in my hands. Kissing his balls, I slowly slid my lips up his shaft, sipping the pre-cum from his head before wrapping my lips around his thoroughly engorged dick.Caressing his. Interesting. " What has that got to do with..." Open the laptop and plug it in to the media station. Hurry up." I spanked her skinny butt. "What?" She plugged the cords in and the 75" media screen lit up. I pushed a few buttons and a selection of files appeared on screen. Clicked an icon and Marsha appeared on screen in a stereotypical housewife cleaner outfit sorting the laundry complaining to a young man wanking on the couch. She ends up guiding the teenagers big dick in her cum collecting.