Mrs V said she looked forward to them arriving, smiled and closed the door.Next morning Mrs V was up earlier than normal. She had a shower and dressed...in a pair of sheer seamed black stockings, a black g string and matching bra. Mr V wondered why his wife had dressed so sexily first thing in the morning. She told him what had happened the previous day and added that she wanted to give the gardeners a real treat.Mrs V went downstairs and sat in the dining room with her cup of tea. Mr V had. Uuummmm..”“Chitra” I called her name very lustful way.“See how beautiful your boobs and see how lucky there are in my hands.”Her nipples were well erected towards the mirror. “Chitra just open your eyes and see”She opened the eyes slightly. The eyes were crazy with fantasy. I just took her hands which were around my head. Slowly, I kept her both hands on her boobs and I started to fondle boobs keeping my hands over her hands. I guided her to get fun by playing with her own boobs.“Chitra…. He reached around my waist and moved his right hand down to my pubic area. He started rubbing my clit with one hand while he moved his left hand up to play with my breasts. He started pinching my nipple and rubbing my clit faster, I couldn’t take it anymore and I came harder than before. I was becoming exhausted from the passion and my multiple climaxes so I started to slow down but he wasn’t finished with me yet. He pulled me up and withdrew his cock. He turned me around and we started. The little hut at the back of the garden was raised about three feet above ground level, and beneath it was pit which was populated with ashes, shit and sawdust. He was the envy of some of the merchants, who still had the servants tipping the pots in the street. Ling had created a stir by announcing that there would be public earthclosets built, and tipping in the street was to become forbidden. There were few worse things than stepping in a human turd in the street. Turdman liked to think he.