My timing was perfect. Mayur had just picked up the first bra I was showing him when my wife suddenly stepped out of the bathroom. As planned, she had...only 2 clothes on her. A bath towel wrapped around her covering from nipples (upper part of the boobs was exposed) to just below her pussy and a small towel wrapped around her wet hair. She just stood there looking at the brain Mayur’s hand and asked me what we were doing.Mayur was so embarrassed that he just threw the bra on the bed and stood. He stood with his legs apart and she ran her fingers up and down his shaft, using her nails softly on his supple skin. His legs started to shake a little and she ran her fingers around his cock, gently sucking on his balls and stroking his cock. She licked his balls and rolled them in her mouth. She get getting farther and farther back until she found his ass hole and kissed around it. He spread his legs wide apart and she put her face between his legs. His balls sat in her face as she licked. I was on another call. I’ll tell her to cut in next time. So, what do you want?”“I want something done about that crazy old Indian, that shriveled-up runt, that Siwash, you called him, that old man, Purdy Kendricks. I tried to talk to him and he wouldn’t let me in his yard! The rude little bastard!”“Yes, that sounds like Purdy Kendricks, alright,” Bruce Parker answered. “He has few friends and no associates. He’s never been married. He’s always lived alone and he hasn’t been known to socialize. "Don't I get any kind of a bribe?" Nope," I told her cheerfully. "I put up with plenty of this when I was a man. Now it's your turn to be the victim of a woman's prerogative for a change." Dames!" Margaret muttered with mock exasperation, before slipping her hand inside the back of my cut-off shorts and squeezed my buttock. I immediately yelped, but she slipped her hand out again so quickly that I could barely be sure if she'd just done what I thought she'd done. Only the self-satisfied smirk.