We started chatting on WhatsApp by then to fix the date time etc. So she could see my profile pic and recognize me. We met at Cafe Coffee day and we s...ook warm hands.It was more like a professional meeting. She was dressed in a salwar kameez. Very decent like a working woman. She was looking good and spoke decent English but said she was Tamil. Her husband seems to be working in the US as a software professional on deputation for 6 months.She was working for a local IT company which she refused. I wiggled closer and lifted his head and rested it in my lap. His arms went round me and pulled my tummy tighter to his face, he kissed it. “Ready James?” Don asked positioning himself between my husband’s slightly parted legs. He was holding his condom covered cock about horizontal to the bed. It was nearly touching James bum. “Yes Don” James said as I felt his grip tighten on the flesh on my hips just above my buttocks. It really was an incredible sight to watch Don move the tip of his. During the course of the evening he latched on to the Top Girl, Kim, a strikingly beautiful and sophisticated looking woman of about forty with a round face and foreign looking slanted eyes, long black hair which hung loosely across her shoulders and half covered small pert breasts which had a yellowish tinge, and whisked her off to his house for the night. This would have been almost impossible for any other customer but Hugo owned Martha and the new House of Joy and so, by extension, he owned. Now that Andrew accepted the situation and Carol and Bob didn't .have to sneak around, Carol started to lose all respect for her husband. She had such a power rush from the way she was humiliating her husband. She now would talk to her lover on the phone with Andrew in the room as she did. She would kiss Bob passionately in front of her husband.. She loved to see the hurt look on her husband's face when she did. She even began to wonder if she was a sadist.. And the more Andrew took of her.