Me: Your girlfriend! Do you like her ass more than mine?Abhishek: No, not at all my mistress. I like your ass. Your ass gives me a billion times more ...leasure than my girlfriend’s ugly ass.Me: I don’t trust you. Prove it!Abhishek: Here, (showing me the lingerie) see these, this is what I had bought for that ugly ass skank. These only suit your amazing ass and beautiful boobs, my mistress.I ordered Abhishek to remove my skirt dress and put on the bra and panty on me. He did it with affection. I realised that I had slept without break for eight hours straight. This was a first for some time. I felt great and ready for the coming day.We breakfasted together in the drawing room; going over last minute alterations to the running order. Buffy looked fabulous in some diaphanous nightie that seemed to be supported on her. She would be ready in an hour and would we like to see the stables so we could get set up? The stable turned out to be the oldest part of the estate. Apparently, it had. As he is doing the same to me.. i soon feel a foot (i am guessing from the guy accros from me in the pool) touch my foot and after not pulling away he gets bold and his foot is working up my leg and soon i am getting my ass fingered and this foot has found my balls and dick out of my speedo and i am getting a very expert foot rubbing by now i am still leaning back with my eyes closed and my posture is more of an angle with my leg and ass up on the guys thigh with my speedo down on my ankle and. “Look I’m not…” I began.“Dermot, take the slut into the front room, and explain things to her,” Jan said, “while me and Mike conclude our business.”Dermot grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, and dragged me into the lounge. He was a big man, tall, and muscled. He didn’t close the door, then he grabbed the neck of my dress, and just pulled. It tore, and he kept on tearing it until it was in tatters, and I stood in just a thong and heels. He pushed me back onto the sofa, and as I watched he.