I switched tongue and fingers after a while, and bent her further backwards, my fingers stroking her clit, doing the alphabet around it, as my tongue ...icked down and deep into her pussy, and then further down her perineum to find her tight brown hole. When I made contact, her hands moved and gripped the back of my head, almost forcing me to tongue fuck her asshole, not that I really needed any encouragement. As she came again, her juices spurted out over my hand, and dripped down to her. (This idiot guy has such a sexy wife and he has left her like this. I guess I am going to play with your wife tonight.)Mr. Rao: Shalini, let’s go in the pool and have drinks, it will be fun.Me: Ummm.. No, thanks, sir. I will stay here.Before I could say anything, Mr. Rao undressed and was in his underwear. I could clearly see his hard boner and I guess he wanted me to see it too. It certainly was really big. He immediately got inside the pool and started to drink his beer.Mr. Rao: Come on,. I might go back to bed." Sally would be in the bathroom for at least an hour, soaking herself in the bath, examining herself and cleaning herself up. "She must be a real mess," I thought. Twenty minutes later, I heard the bath water draining away. “That’s quick,” I thought, "Something wrong?" I was about to go upstairs when Sal came down. “I’m okay," she said, "Don’t look so worried! I’ve had a good cleanup. I’m a bit sore, but no real damage. I want another cup of tea, some more water and. His hands tighten around my upper arm and my lower back. His lips finally touch mine sending thrills of searing pleasure right through me. My knees buckle beneath me and I throw my arms up around his neck to keep me upright.The door to the office clicks open and then closed again and I can hear the click clack of Anya’s shoes. I tear myself away from Mr Watkins.“So you’ll take the painting then, Mr Watkins?” I ask, breathlessly.“I…” he answers, looking puzzled.“I’ll just get the papers for.