The Indian girl felt terribly exposed especially as Susan was in a quite revealing nightdress and John was only wearing boxers himself, her nipples st...od proud against the fabric of her thin bra leaving little to the imagination.Susan made Isi a cup of tea which the twenty nine year old accepted gratefully, it tasted a bit funny but she didn’t want to complain, after all they were being so nice to her. Isi started to feel groggy but put it down to her tiredness and exposure to the elements that. They had no children to worry about, as May couldn't have any, and were only in England for a few months of the year. He was well educated, wore Savile Row fitted suits, Italian leather shoes, and just oozed charm, style and panache. Just think of a European David Niven. without the moustache, and you'll get the picture.He was about 6' 1", slim and fit (an avid squash player and horse rider), had a full head of platinum grey hair, brown eyes, and well manicured hands. He and May were fabulous. You didn’t ask my permission to for that orgasm. You know I will have to punish you when I get home.’ Barry’s voice was now stern and had a hard bite to it. ‘Oh yes, master. I have been naughty and I disobeyed you by not asking if I could masturbate myself. I do need to be punished in order to mend my disrespectful ways.’ Carol’s voice had a distinct submissive tone to it. Was it just role playing? ‘I will be thinking of an appropriate punishment for you, fuck-slut. Now hang up.’ Barry said to. I got to the door as she arrived opening the door she stepped in taller than me in her heels, leaning in to kiss I could smell her, a mixture of perfume and a stale smell a mixture of booze - sweat – leather and a smell of cum. The driver reaching the door with an overnight bag and dress carrier at the same time handed it over to me, the wife said thanks and shut the door. The smells from her contained in the confines of the hallway were pungent and erotic, she came over told me to drop the bag.