That is the point: that is how it should be. We should all get aroused by our husband, whether it is our turn for his loving, or not. That is the way ...t ought to be, wanting our husband’s loving. Continue, husband. Love me tenderly, and then fuck me silly. There is no queue tonight, so need to pace yourself.”The remainder of the week continued in this fashion. All four girls continued to be in a state of arousal, which made their individual time with Trevor even more exciting. The last couple. "How sick is that?" Jane finally screamed, before bursting into floods of tears. The older Laura paused her story telling and looked at Helen. "My God," said Helen, "she really was watching me. For a period when I was 18 that was my sex life. I'd massage my tits until the nipples were really hard and sensitive, and then rub my clit with the hard soap bar until I felt that lovely tingling feeling in my feet and groin. I worked out that if I lent backwards and thrust my pussy forward I could get. And maybe he was right. Daily, I thought of the nasty man at the tattoo parlor fucking me and wishing I was with him.After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day, then once a week. After Bob left for work each day, I would lay in bed masturbating, thinking of the man with the huge cock and playing with my pierced nipples.Most of our evenings were spent either watching TV or spending time. The bill was paid by Mohit and then we drove off to the farmhouse.On the way to the farmhouse, Mohit couldn’t keep his hands off my breast and was playing with my boobs while driving. Once in a while he would place his hands on my upper thigh and try to pull my pantie down.We reached the farmhouse. Mohit asked me to wear the blazer and short skirt that he had bought for me. I did as he asked me. The short skirt was very short this time. It ended 3 fingers below my ass. If I would try to bend.