They were surely doing a meticulous job spending good ten minutes rubbing every ounce of my body. I felt a tug on the elastic of my briefs, and I noti...ed that they had been displaced from my back a fair bit to expose my ass to the women. They continued rubbing Chandan on my ass checks and thighs. I tried to put my hand behind to pull my briefs up as I saw glimpses of the two maids giggling looking at my rather nude situation. My hand was squatted away, and Damini aunty said “Beta what happened?. Carole was an undeniably lovely woman. His body was almost automatically attracted to her. On the other hand, his mind was having real problems with the facts surrounding her womanhood. His initial reaction had been one of pure loathing. The whole idea of Heidegger's gas made his skin crawl. He had been partially won over that first night at the Embassy when she had conducted herself as a true professional. As she outlined the map of the Punta Gorda plantation, and discussed ideas on assaulting. His hands roaming her back tenderly. Letting her tongue slide down his neck, Charity moaned against him before sucking his flesh between her lips. Lower Charity moved... finding his hard male nipples... circling her tongue around them, taking each one into her mouth... sucking, nibbling... making them harder... making him arch toward her with a need as great as her own. Charity felt his hands cup her ass... squeezing, kneading her flesh... pulling her against his hardness. Her eyes met his as. I feel like something in a side show.’ ‘I don’t think you should be so ashamed, because of that scar you are still alive today. That’s the important thing.’ She sat sipping and finally said. ‘I want you to look at it and then tell me it doesn’t matter to you.’ She put her can down and pulled the shirt off. Her breasts were very nice. The scar was a real contrast to the smooth skin of the rest of her. She lay back on the couch and closed her eyes, there were tears there. I looked at all of her..