Her skin was flush and displayed thin red marks where the brutish hands of Oscar had been groping the delicate, forbidden flesh of his mistress. She h...d arched her back, presenting her behind as an animal seeking to mate would do, and her mouth was slightly agape in the rapture of lust as the large, muscular black man knelt behind her. Oscar's rough, callused hands were up her skirt and trailing the line of her thin legs. He looked up at the young woman with a mixture of sheer surprise and. She was lying by the pool again, with the baby monitor next to her, in another string bikini. This one was red, and the same style as the black one. Strings tied on her hips, little triangles barely containing her big boobs and tied behind her neck and back. Not sure if it was way she was sitting when I walked out, or how it fit, but her flesh was peaking from below her bikini top. Her nipples were hard and bulging through the fabric.I thought to myself, "This is going to be difficult. I won't. " So when my granddad corners me after the funeral, I should know something's up, I mean, he only hints to me about joining the family business every time I'm there, but I'm so busy trying not to kill Grams, and the way some of the guys there are like leering at me -- oh, did I tell you my best friend convinced me to wear this for the funeral? I mean there's this other piece with sleeves and a back, but still, it's a funeral, in winter, in Wisconsin, and even though it's all indoors, just. She handed me a towel and asked me to have a bath. I undressed quickly and went in and had a shower and returned with just a towel around my waist.She took me to the room and made me sit. She had already planned that evening. The room was all dark with AC on and decorated with candles and some erotic stuff. I was hard instantly. Rashmi had a glimpse of it as it was clearly visible through the towel.She smiled naughtily and went back. She came after a few minutes and sat next to me. The candles.