”I got down on my knees and let Rosco clean me out by which time I was again in the throws of an orgasm which just tripled in strength as he mounted...me. At this point the house phone rang.“Oh yes hello Mike this is uncle Barry. Yes she is exercising but I’m sure she can chat.”As he brought the phone over to me I shook my head, horrified that he would want me to speak to my husband while I was being fucked by our dog. But he just ignored me. Not only did he give me the phone but he dropped his. Since he was neutered, Bharathi had no problems with getting pregnant.Anyway, servant Muthamma used to come every afternoon and wash the utensils, clothes and sweep the house. Her husband was a fisherman who could have kept his family well off, if not for his drinking habits and it’s the money she earns from doing odd jobs helped her family afloat. One day, he beat his wife in a drunken rage and Muthamma broke her arm and made her take rest for a few weeks. That was a blessing in disguise for. This time he looks at me and smiles, he says ‘there’s my little pretty princess now”. I think to myself cool he’s got to be in a good mood. I go to hand him the drink and he stops me asking if I’ve taken my swig yet. He believes a drink shouldn’t be served until you’ve tasted what you’ve made and you yourself knows it’s good. I tell him yes of course but I can see him eyeing the rim of the glass and looking at my dam lips. My red “kiss me” lipstick isn’t on the glass and now he knows I’m lying.. It wasn’t uncommon that people would just not like us. After all, we were in our late forties. But we hoped that we picked couples just like us in that respect. We were careful. We had to be. Our jobs were not the kind that would tolerate this kind of explicit behaviour if we were to be found out, there would be consequences.Elise and Andy replied. We both let out a sigh of relief. Getting into Elise’s knickers had come that much closer, for both of us. Andy wasn’t going to be left out either,.