I couldn’t think clearly with her hair in my face but it sank my heart that my sexy wife was going to kiss this hunk in real life. I just asked her ...o make it quick, pulling a blanket over myself to hide my gradual erection.As the cameraman was explaining to Rohit how to put his fingers in Ayesha’s hair, I slid my hand inside my jeans to rub my cock.“I love you,” said Rohit and pulled my wife by her waist with one hand, his other hand was holding her head. She moved forward and tried to kiss on. “ To fuck with patience, just fuck me instead!”He slid his free arm under her neck and drew her closer to him, still caressing her body. His cock was slumping slightly as the intensity of what he had been doing to his wife eased off. She did not hesitate and grasped it by the shaft feeling it jerk into life and start swelling again. His wife slid his foreskin back slowly exposing the straining head which was topped with a drop of his own lubricant. She used her finger tip to spread it all over. As I stepped inside to speak with her, I could not take my eyes off her mature, large tits and those jiggly thighs. She sat across from me, her leg was bent over her knee, so it made her thigh and ass look even bigger. She immediately apologized about the rent and gave me a long story about how she had been out of work and would make it up. I tried to be nice, and the conversation took a turn to personal matters. I asked her a little about her job, whether she had family, etc. The entire time. ’ But he was already reaching for his wallet. ‘Tax,’ she said. Just the one word. He pulled out the money, idly wondering whether this meant it wasn’t a brothel. Don’t illegal houses of prostitution avoid paying taxes? Then again, maybe they just paid taxes on the massage part, and kept the sex secret. She took the money, and said, ‘My name is Yashiko. Please, follow me.’ She turned, and as she walked away, Jack noticed that one could definitely add ‘firm, rounded ass’ to that list of features.