In the rush, there was no time to talk to the bank manager – but then, now we were comfortably in credit, there was no particular need to keep him s...eet in case we needed an overdraft.The third job was much more to our taste – to accompany our parents to try out the new Indian Restaurant in town. Dad's favourite shopkeeper, Mr Patel, had done so well with his newsagents that he'd persuaded a cousin to set up an eating place round the corner. The Chinese restaurant had broken the ice for foreign. To my surprise she agreed.I figured would go for broke and put in a bi DVD which opened some dialogue. The first scene was girl on girl (who doesn't love that) and she let me know that she didn't enjoy eating pussy. I told her I love it but being bi isn't for everybody you have to be wired differently. The next scene was a 3-some with 2 guys and a girl. She was a bit surprised when the guys started to go at it and asked if I was into that kind of thing. I explained that when we played with our. She gasped in delight as he slid into her. He whispered in her ear ‘you are my woman, I claim you as mine.’ He thrust possessively and aggressively into her. A soft whimper escaped her as she whispered back ‘I am yours, gladly, wholly, and you are mine.’ ‘Forever’ he murmured ‘forever yours.’ They moved together, slowly, tenderly, passionately. He began to move faster, aggressively pumping her, she began to chant in time with his thrusts ‘yes,’ ‘yes’ she hoarsely whispered as he began to pound. "Slap her tits" dad ordered and without hesitating, I reached down and began slapping her tits oh so hard. Just watching those tits sway back and forth with each blow increased my adrenalin and I actually started to enjoy myself. Dad finally said "Okay sweetie" and I stopped. I could see mom had tears in her eyes and before I could do or say anything, dad told me to strip. I took off my clothes and stood there naked, almost trying to cover myself up as dad told mom to get up and the both of.