I had to get out of this and thought may be if I masturbated, I will be able to sleep peacefully. I got up slowly and walked out of Akmal’s room. As...soon I was outside and closed the door behind me, I looked straight up to Fazmila’s room. The door was still ajar. You know the door creeks every time you close and open the door that wakes the baby up. A narrow beam of light was flowing through the door crack begging me to enter. I walked up to her door and I felt like I am dying inside. But then. We got in the car and drove. I checked the ID in my purse and it showed a woman with bleach blonde hair and a sultry look. The name said Bambi Goodliegh and the sex box was marked F. I reached between my legs and felt my new pussy, I was, without a doubt, Bambi a good lay, now. He finally dumped the car near New York City. He told me that I could earn him some real money here. I had asked him if he knew that he was really my wife and I was really his husband? He said that we used to be that. She hesitated but then said yes, especially since she is on her feet so much during work. I put on some good music from the tv and told her to lie face down and take some relaxing deep breaths. I had some scented massage oil and warmed some in my hands and began rubbing her, soft at first, and then deeper and harder, all slowly, beginning with her shoulders, using pressure and not just rubbing. Down her spine and to her ass and very close to her anus and pussy, which made her squirm. I. He reached into the car further as he fumbled with her underwear, suddenly pealing her knickers off, for the drive home.As soon as he had them in his pocket he closed her door and walked around the car and opened the drivers door, sticking his head in he noticed me sitting behind the drivers seat, and I kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep and not respond to his question.He repeated his question but I remained silent, he paused then got out and opened my door. My heart raced as he lent in.