I could see sweat droplets on her waist and some wet patches on her blouse. I didn’t have much time to waste as my chacha was going to be back by di...ner. I licked the sweat from her waists. Chachi jerked a little but soon became normal. She didn’t turn back and presumed me to be her husband. She said, “Aap aa gaye?”. I rubbed my cock in her ass crack and hugged her from behind. I cupped her boobs and licked her shoulder. She left her knife and started enjoying my actions. I pulled up her saree. When heading to the beach, she’d strip naked revealing a body with generous proportions in all of the right places.Then there was Gary, the only male in the house. He wore dress casual pants most of the time, although he did occasionally wear shorts when the expectation was that he’d be around the house all day. He wore pull over shirts and a light sport coat when traveling away from the house with Betsy. The coat hid the gun he carried. When he went to the beach, he always wore a baggy surfer. But it didn't work and came in under a minute! It seemed like the cum was stored in my toes...because that where the orgasm felt like it was cumming from! The mouth never left my cock and I can only imagine there wasn't a drop spilled of what felt like a gallon of cum! After a another minute or so, the person on the other side took my now only semi hard cock from the warmth of the mouth and I heard a voice Thank me for that treat, and then he said "Would you like to join me in a private booth?". Do you know what is going on at the manor?”“I have heard rumours.”“Well their true and others are joining in, Bess and Jill for a start but as yet they are only stripping but I suspect if offered enough money more will happily go further. I have got an agreement to test them really frequently for a fixed fee each week. With the more occasional large fees from tit enlargement and the other things we can offer and we will do OK. All of course without having to commute and do bloody shifts.”That.