My left hand clumsily pulled my pants apart and down as much as I could. Exposing more of the panties that clung tightly to me and had darkened in re...ponse to the depth of my arousal. I stood there exposed and begging for the creature to take me, use me, or whatever it wanted. The tentacle slowly twisted in the air as three other tentacles emerged along with it. In response to each tentacle emerging from the mirror, the aching sensation between my legs grew. Why weren't they doing. Both the girls lived locally in the town which is a university town, surviving on the strength of the university and some of the country’s top private schools. Sarah’s father was a senior science lecturer at the university, a man I would cross sword with on many an occasion over the next few months.It was not long after we had made basic introductions that some of my friends started showing up at the pub and we and made their way over to join us. We eventually retreated to a vacant table away. He worked her back over good as I watched on from the front of the bed. It was very exciting to watch another man touch my wife the way he did.He slowly worked his way down each of her legs until he reached her feet. He gave each one of her feet a very sensual massage. Her body started to tremble as her feet were very sensitive. He had spent several minutes working over each one of them.He then asked my wife, “Would it be ok if I slipped your panties down. I would love to massage that gorgeous. I couldn’t stand the Arabic hits everyone here played incessantly. Not in public, obviously, but certainly at home and in their car. Asim tried to tell me about famous artists and he’d make me listen to ‘the classics’, but it all sounded the same to me. After half an hour I’d get very cranky. As butlers aren’t supposed to be cranky, all I could do was go quiet and retreat into myself. Asim noticed and after a while we made a deal: whoever drove decided which music was played. Except he couldn’t.