A thunderstorm is brewing, you can tell because the world keeps flashing bright, and when it starts to rain, it pours on your face like lukewarm syrup... dense and sticky.You groggily try to open your eyes, still feeling the dreamy rain on your skin, your throat parched.As you reach for your glass of water on the nightstand, your arms refuse to cooperate, and glancing out to the window you notice two things that jolt you awake in a flash:The lock is busted, and someone is sitting on your legs.As. ? Jen lies back on the mattressas Sam stands up in front of her. He then motions to one man from each of thesofas and they move to grab Jen?s ankles. With only a look from Sam, each manpulls a leg up and away from Jen?s body, totally exposing her pussy andasshole. Before Jen can totally process what is happening, she realizes thatDanny is now taking each of her arms and tightly securing them above her head.Instantly Jen is helpless and incapable of moving. Sam now moves in between herwide open. First only shoulder or arm and slowly their belly and breast.I think by seeing what was happening with my wife the cook and housemaid did not object me touching them and after some time, I could freely play with their tits too.It was so great to do all this any place, anytime and without bothering who is watching.While I was playing with servants tits I started also to rub my hard cock against them and let sometimes a hand go between their tights touching their pussy to their saree.It aroused. If desired, a chef can come in and cook breakfast, lunch and/or dinner. We don’t mind fixing our own meals, just the way we want them, when the urge hits us. I asked about the bill of fare, for the weekend. I had a fair question, “What about the rest of the weekend? Tell me what you have on the menu.” “Angie,” he reassured me, “You will get everything you want and need.” Robert summed up, “Sweetheart, I have no doubt the meat you will eat will be A-1, First Class.” Last time we were here, I.