I am fascinated, and more and more angry, jealous. Now, it is clear in my mind that Gérard has the situation in hand; that it is he who runs my wife ...nd that she does what he wants. There is a strange feeling inside me, a mixture of anger and extreme excitement. I take out my dick which is hard, stiff and completely wet and I start masturbating while watching the waltz of breasts that sway and the panties of my wife again visible because the skirt is completely up again. I’m masturbating while. He watched as the woman slipped off her dress, revealing her scandalous figure. She was curvaceous. Her large breasts were contained in a fitted, expensive looking bodice. Fine, black, lace top stockings covered her toned, long legs and they were kept in place with diamanté trimmed clips attached to the hem of her bodice. She wore a skimpy, lace thong that matched the bodice. Her hair was long. It was a vivid auburn and curled so it moved freely against her pale skin. Her skin looked perfect.. She brought some biscuits and called Rajan from another room. I think she too understood that I have caught her watching porn but neither she nor I said anything. As we sat and chatted for about an hour inside a common quilt, I narrated them some horror stories. Finally we left for sleeping. It was obvious that I had to sleep with Rajan in his room (although I wanted something else!). We went in respective rooms. As I slept Rajan was very enthusiastic but I was thinking something different.. "He was so masterful, yet kind. How could I disappoint him?Dutifully, though a bit reluctantly, I went to my bedroom, locking thedoor to keep out pushy men and their penises.Another turning point. Could have stayed in there until Derek gave upwaiting for me and left.But no.I found one of Margie's sexy, lacy bras and selected a nice pair ofblack, patent-leather pumps with four-inch pencil heels.The bra was a disappointment. Margie didn't have much of a rack, but Ihad none. Still, it felt.