No, it couldn’t be was my sister masturbating whilst thinking of me her orgasm subsided which prompted me to leave the doorway I headed to my room t... contemplate what I had just witnessed. As I sat in my room with a million thoughts running through my head I heard her footsteps running to the shower. I had decided what I was going to do I opened my door and step forward towards the bathroom I turned the handle and to my joy in her haste she hadn’t locked it I went in quietly and watched her. She bent real low, laying her head down and arching her back. She made a show of taking tiny steps to widen her stance, setting her foot down in a little stomp each time.Jared watched her tightly clad ass dance.She didn't say anything. She got settled into position, feet only a foot apart or so and let her derrière do her begging.She closed her eyes. His steps were soft but the floor creaked slightly. She shivered when he laid a hand on her proffered globes. He rubbed her softly in little. She removed my shirt went slowly on my face, then lips then to my neck and I gave a moan she licked my nipples and went down to my navel and removed my pants and kissed my legs and thighs but never touched my dick or even kissed it. We were constantly looking at each other but no words came from our mouth.She on top of me then turned me around and asked me to remove her saree. For the first time in my life I am removing a woman’s saree and that too my aunt’s. I caught the folds and gently. With that, he led her over to a chair and the video stopped. The next night the phone rang and it was Heathers boss telling me to meet Chris and John at a specific location if I wanted to see my wife again. I had no choice and could not reply before he hang up. So, off I went. I waited anxiously in the dimly lit parking lot when a van pulled up beside me. Chris and Jonh got out and ordered me into the back of the van. John had me remove my clothes and then roughed me up tying my hands behind my.