Singh removed his hand from her blouse and told my mom something. She closed the book she was writing into and walked behind Mr. Singh into his cabin....I couldn’t see anymore. I just waited for sometime and slowly crept behind the shop from where I could look into Mr. Singh’s cabin. I looked in to see my mom sitting on Mr. Singh’s work desk and Mr. Singh standing in front of her. He put both his hands on her side and lifted her sari till it was caught under my mom’s ass. She lifted her ass up so. With communications at an impasse I just kind of stood there flummoxed. I wondered briefly if she was perhaps simple and couldn’t talk at all for the only vocalisations I’d heard from her were grunts, snorts and that odd purring sound. No sooner had the notion occurred to me however than she suddenly, and without warning, gave voice to a long monologue. Well that settled one thing. She didn’t speak Greek! I’d heard enough of that language to recognise it by now and this was most certainly not. She shouted up to me “It’s the plumber he’s come for his payment” ‘odd’ I thought, ‘he’s had his payment when he screwed my wife’.As I could hear voices I carried on doing what work I had to do. After a few minutes I couldn’t hear anything so I went into our spare room. Now because we’re very sexually active in all forms of sex we’d had some cameras put in downstairs and in our bedroom so we can watch stuff back. I went in the spare room where all the recordings are made and switched on the. I found out when I went over one morning and his mother directed me to his room. I sympathised with him and left because he was so sick. When I was leaving their yard his brother called out to me from inside their rec room. I went in. “Got you a dozen this time, what’s the extra reward”? “I’ll let you use one” I said. His leering grin told me he knew that I was going to put out for him when I had the chance. He pushed me over to the couch with his hands on my tits. I didn’t care..