I stood still while he closed the door. He ordered my hands in front of me where he handcued them. He lifted my hand over a hook and I stood facing th... wall with my hands above my head.“You look like a whore,” he told me as he ran his hands down my sides. “You smell like a slut,” he said as he continued to move down, feeling my inner thighs. “Spread your legs and show me your cunt,” he ordered.I spread my legs willingly. His hands started to move up; after reaching my knees, they moved under my. He would shake his head, his shaggy brown hair falling back into its place, and continue to pick his way cautiously around the overgrown wildflowers and dirty rocks. Every once in a while I would pretend to stumble, looking mischievously at him as jumped to keep me from falling, and then chuckle to myself as he realized that I was poking fun at his overly cautious way of doing things. So the two of us would walk, not talking, just smoking cigarettes stolen from my mother’s drawer, sometimes. She was very fat and used to wear a lungi and mundu above her huge boobs but it used to reveal her side of the assests always because of its huge size and she was very fair and had long hairs, very thick and used to always oil it well and carried herself well inside the house. Her preparations were equally tasty and I started having attraction towards her from day one onwards.I think it was the third day of her work, Shankar suggested that I can give my dresses to Kalavathi for washing as. The light from our doorway was illuminating the inside of Neil’s car, just enough to show hubby everything that was taking place. I was kneeling on the passenger seat, sucking Neil’s cock with my naked ass high in the air.Considering how much sex we had just enjoyed, Neil was still rock hard and only seconds from emptying his spunk in to my mouth. I felt his cock twitch and convulse as a strong spurt of hot seed splashed the back of my throat. I moaned and swallowed as he continued to spurt.