I would have to shave her pussy, legs, give messages, cock on demand (mine, others, lick, suck and swallow clean her pussy from sloppy cum of all type... that has been sticky and stinking in her asshole and pussy from her day of cheating, slutting, whoring, and fucking anything she pleases including a****ls) when she would come home; but could not ask for a blow job or to fuck her unless she wanted me to since her bowels, pussy, asshole and throat was sore for all day pounding cock, cum, and. Everyone was dressed to the nines and the girls decided to play out their dare.I helped dress her, covering up her little vibrating bullet. She absolutely refused for me to be able to touch the controls. When we arrived, the other two girls turned over their remotes along with my wife's. I was given one of the other wife's controllers. I was told which woman but they did not know who had their control.They rushed the girls over towards the bar and the patio where people were dancing. I think. He is very old and he asked me to massage his legs. Aunt came in saw me smiled and told me that she’s gonna change. I completed massage in rush and went upstairs to see her changing but she was ready in a beautiful light yellow saree. Since the color was very light and the weather was hot her sweat was all over her armpit. I told her she’s tensed too much and relax by switching on AC and closed the door because of ac. she lied on the bed. What a sight it was!!!! Dimly lighted room and she was. A few moments later, he asked, “What are you reading?” Ordinarily, I might get annoyed at some stranger invading my personal space and making inane conversation just to fill the air with noise, but there was something about this guy that disarmed me. Was it his wavy, dark, full head of hair? His perfect abs that were accentuated by an obviously tailored shirt. ‘I must be reading too many of this silly books’ I thought to myself. Flipping the book closed, I answered. “Just a girly book. Pablum.