You’re going nowhere until we’ve done it again.”I relaxed cradled against the softness of Sarah’s massive breasts. I was breathing her perfume...and the natural scent of her body. If this was being her prisoner, I could enjoy my captivity.We made love twice more that night. After the last time Sarah lay on her side against my back. My head was under her chin. Her nightdress was pulled down between us. One of her clothed breasts was flopped across my shoulder. I fell asleep in her arms very aware. She was carrying a b**y carrier with a b**y. To say that was a major turn off would be an understatement. We were both set back not knowing what to think. They explained that they could not get a sitter and did not want to stand us up at the last minute.We made drinks and sat to think this out. The young lady took the drink, downed it then said I can fix this. She stood up and asked where the bedroom was. I said through that door. She came over to me grabbed my hands put them on her. "Debbie was very tired and wanted to go straight to bed. She did not even wash or brush her teeth. The smell of cum, not my own, distracted me as I tried to get to sleep.The next day I inquired about what "being his bitch" meant. She was not sure exactly, but thought it was just to do what he wants when she is with him."Great," my sarcasm was noted. I asked more question, but my wife was evasive. She happily told me how great he made her feel and the intense orgasms she had (yes plural, not a. 30 PM . My aunt finished cooking dinner. I asked her to feed her two daughters who are aged 8years and 6years and make them sleep in the bed room. At 8.30Pm, both her daughters are asleep. I asked her to take a bath and get freshen up as we should be refreshed before having beer.She agreed and i kept the jasmine flowers on the dressing table where she can see them. I said I will arrange the party on the terrace. She said what if anybody observes. I said, as our house is in a village and there.