Beverly was confused. "But I thought... I thought you said you were married, Mrs. Harris!" Oh, I am... to a wonderful man. But I also have needs that ...e can't fulfill... needs Mistress here fills for me. My husband knows that I come here to see Mistress and he is fine with it because I come home so much happier and more relaxed!" Mrs. Harris said.Beverly knew exactly the "relaxation" Mrs. Harris talked about. She was here because she wanted that same relaxation on a regular basis, too."Now that. The old guy was stroking his dick over his pants. Now my other is to see and play with cocks.I don’t like to suck or eat the cum, but just hold it in my hands and play with it. My evil side has started taking over me. I went near the old guy and started removing his pants. He tried to kiss me. I didn’t want that. All I wanted was the cock in my hands.He got a little angry. He started calling me names, “Thevidiya thana nee?” (Aren’t you a slut?). I acted like I didn’t understand. He pulled my. But who both were so classy that they could have been. And I need slow down my internal processing before too much extra heat is generated and my head explodes. It could not have taken long for me to gather myself together but she must have noticed something since the amusement flashed on her face."Hi Judy, what brings you here? Or are you just kindly offering some of your brightening presence that would wipe away some of the gloom surrounding me?"And where in a hell did that come from? But she. I slid a hand inside my panties and watched his face as he watched me finger my pussy. His eyes were riveted to the thin strip of material covering my pussy from his gaze. I got more brazen and the movements of my hand more obvious. He stood as in a trance.As I moved my fingers from my pussy to my clit and started teasing it, I watched his eyes. Although I was pleasuring myself, my biggest turn on was watching the expression on his face, the look in his eyea as he watched me play with.