After an hour or so we pulled up to the Beach House. To her it was a beach house, to me it was as big as a castle. She told the driver to go someplace...and wait for her call. He drove off. We walked up to the house and entered. She signaled me to keep quiet and she quickly went through the place room to room."A damn it, she's not here." Sarah said."Who's not here?" I replied"That fucking whore he has living out here. He thinks I don't know, but I know. Some brunette French bitch, maybe 24, 25. Finally during the winter breaks arrived and Swati came to house to enjoy her vacations. during the same time Swati’s father has to go to meet a politician in some other town as he was working for a political party. So there was only Swati and her mother in there house and this is when the doctor planned on fucking Swati.as there were no male at home so Swati used to wear only a very thin top and short (without any undergarments). Recently Swati got some skin disease during her stay at college. ”“I tried,” Nisha mouthed, silently, over Mr Towers’ shoulder, and behind a shark smile.“Well, all’s well that ends well, right?” I said.“I suppose it is,” he said. “You’re not quite Jess but you’re good. I’m happy to keep you around.”“Thanks, not quite Jess,” I laughed. “Nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”“I believe it,” he said, and grabbed my shoulder and shook it as I readied myself for work.Nisha came over.“Take a pee break around 10:35.” Nisha whispered to me. “I’ve penciled you in. He wiggled it over her rosebud playfully and then let it rest at her slit. He teased her by rubbing it around and dancing it on her exposed clit. She moaned and told him it tickled. She felt him apply pressure at her opening and she could felt him entering her. He was large; she could already feel the difference. She felt his cock hit her clit as he pushed and then that feeling passed. She wiggled trying to have it happen again. He slowly pushed his cock deeper into her and she couldn’t help.