My missus Alison in contrast had gone absolutely bonkers and was set on revenge plain and simple, she had bought herself sexy gear (with my cash) and ...as getting herself toned up by working out every night, then about 3 weeks later I had come home from work to find a big hairy ginger Irishman shafting the shit out of her and her enjoying every second of it, she had said it was to be the first of many (at least as many as I had visits to the parlour) and then we could see if there was anything. As she shifted, the towel rode up a little to just below the cleft where her buttocks met her legs. Noticing this in my peripheral vision, I gulped once more, but dared not redirect my stare from the muscles in my hands. I moved further up her leg and again felt the slight tremble in my hands.She went on, seemingly oblivious to the battle between arousal and professionalism that raged inside my head. “I got pretty caught up in my career and stopped taking care of my body; I got pretty fat. Girls came and went, leaning over the tables to display themselves. Saskia reappeared with a tray and unloaded it. As she turned to leave I stopped her.'Please tell your colleagues I'm not in season at present.' She smothered a smile.'I told them already. It's a shame, because everyone wants to see you close up. Do you know that you're the first guest Señor Herrera has had since I've been here? And you've been here with Señora Mercedes too.' The professional mask slipped back into place. 'I'll. I saw a black Swift coming towards me. It came, halted and a 29 years old came out who was dressed in a sky blue saree with pounds of gold on her, hairs tied and her eyes was staring at me.We greeted each other and she welcomed me in the car and after entering. I figured out that on back seat her daughter Raagini and I was sitting and equally staring at me with even more questions on her face than I had. The feeling of guilt which I had in my mind was suddenly raging at its peak after the.