Press my tits, slap me, fuck me like a slut.)I saw Rajesh move aside the laptop and pull bhabhi near him and started to kiss her lips while he torture... her tits. Bhabhi was looking up and was saying “Rajesh, what happened.” He bit her lips and pulled them with teeth. He was running his hands through her hair, grabbing them and making her head arch back while he kissed and bit her neck.Bhabhi was on the bed tilted to her left while Rajesh was on top of her turned to his right. Bhabhi took his. I pushed open the door and there they were, Jules sprawled on the sofa, legs wide apart, skirt round her waist, her firm luscious breasts out of their usual quarter cup bra, and her nipples hugely swollen and aroused. Another woman was between her legs, and obviously using a half bottle of champagne to fuck Jules's soaking pussy. Her tongue was busy too. No wonder her nipples looked so swollen, with the attention from that other mouth. I could see the other woman was in her very early forties,. “I guess we just aren’t all that compatible eh?”“Is it the Catholic thing, a lot of men don’t like that”“no,no its not that” he said while muttering to himself “it’s the boring bitch thing….”“It’s just am saving myself for my wedding night”It was time for John to leave. “But just because I am saving my pussy doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy a man in other ways.”That changed things! John was definitely going to hand around for a another few minutes. “what?” he said almost spitting out his drink.. " Yes Miss," I say with a curtsy, and finally sink into my seat, plug inand switch on, before fastening my ankle to the chair... even with thevibe buzzing in my ass this counts as a relief...It's weird getting back to work, it seems like ages since I've had thechance to just sit there. It's so easy to get back into and drift intogetting work completed, feeling the vibe in my ass, aware Candi keepsgiving me flirty little looks... finally I look up."What is it Candi?" I ask, aware she can't talk.