5000/- each. They smiled and said “your wife is real slut”, I told them to respect her as she is your bhabhi and pleaded not to say anything in fr...ends group. They both give me Rs. 100/- back and said “this is for your wife’s pussy after all randi should get paid” and threw the money on my face and left.I collected Rs. 100/- (my wife’s her own first income). I unlocked the door and saw wife have opened the cloth from her eyes and she was looking at the decorated (rather ruined room), flowers. " I owed you," she replied. "I owe you more than that!" She looked at the clock. "But I've got to run and clean up and get ready to go to class..." This was the exit line she'd come up with in the wee hours of the morning, watching him sleep and lamenting how unfair it was that she couldn't -- shouldn't -- expect more... "Oh, shit! Me, too!" Mike lurched up. "We might have time for a shower, if we hurry..." I'll do mine in my room," she said gently, reaching for her blouse. She was already in. I stayed right infront of him so that he couldn't look at my pussy and had to look at my eyes or my tits which he occasionally glanced at. "Your penis grows now and then doesn't it?"He nodded"I was full grown early when you were looking wasn't it?"he noddedI looked down and said"It's not grown now is it, its not hard because you are nervous right?"he nodded.I took both his hands and placed them on the strings that belonged to my top and told him softly "pull slowly"He did and my top fell and. Not accustomed to being coddled by men, I had always been independent and never thought twice about setting off into the pitch darkness of the Nigerian countryside with nothing but my flashlight and a weary mind. My body was screaming for sleep and my mind was rapidly growing numb. The thought of having to wake up again in six hours to see more blood and more death only made me shut down my brain ever more. As I came into the deserted streets of the city, I didn’t notice the group of four large.