As indicated by my maidservants lack of presence in answering said rapping, it did give me some hope that she was still in some way ready for atonemen... for the escapade thus mentioned, and so without further delay, I rose from my spot at the breakfast table and, closing my book in order to preserve the notes therein from any wandrin’ eyes, made my way to the entry door. A third set of sharp taps, rather louder this time, called to my attention most severely that the door itself must be at this. “I like it when you used your fingers. You are getting better, but you still have a long way to go.” With those words, she walked back in the bathroom. After brushing her teeth, she came out wearing her normal pajamas. Kate climbed in bed and grabbed her book. I put on my sleeping clothes and crawled into bed too. My dick had gone down, but my mind was still racing about the implications about my excitement over humiliation. The next morning, after taking her shower, my wife pranced around. She said “ I know you do not have the guts to tell me but I know , hence ab yahin par Murga Ban jao “ I became a Murga & she kept her feet on my back & started moving it up & down “ Murga bane bane hi about turn ho jao, your hips towards me “ { About Turn As you Are] I did as ordered & she was still sitting on the table, she again kept her left feet on my back & with the right feet she gave me kick with the flat of her feet, it was like a feet slapping on my hips, I somehow balanced myself she. She also saw that Marylou's thighs were damp and glistening.Rachel felt a flush of passion.It surprised her again. Why should she get a feeling like that when it was another girl involved? And she was glad that she had worn a skirt because she could feel her own thighs getting damp as her pussy began to overflow with creamy cunt nectar."Well, hi," Marylou said. "Didn't expect to see you so soon." Well, I thought maybe we could talk some more, Marylou. I was real interested in what you were.