“Have you ever touched yourself like this?” “Yes,” I stared enraptured as her fingers disappeared into her vagina. “But not inside.” “Oh... but inside is where it feels the nicest.” “Can I do that?” I asked, watching as Eleanor continued to finger herself. My Grandmother, as women of her station had for eons, filled my head with all sorts of nonsense about sex. Most notable in these particular circumstances was the raising of my maidenhood to near biblical proportions and importance. I was. " I sighed and walked towardthe sound of her voice. "Step on it, Natsuko!" she called outimpatiently.Okay already, you evil bitch, I thought as I quickened my pace. I foundThe Mistress inside a small room with a hot plate and a mini fridge.She was sitting at a small table, just barely big enough for two people,with one leg crossed and an open book in her lap. On the table were theremains of a salad. She put a fork on her plate, then rubbed the scarfcovering her face, presumably to wipe her. That meant most of the kids were youngish teens and although I felt some guilt, I admit that I enjoyed voyeuristically watching the girls frolicking in the pool wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis. Invariably though, we enjoyed our get-togethers and the warm summer months were ideal, the sun not going down until 8, leaving behind a warm evening glow.The guys had already cracked a few beers open, and I was busy cooking by the time Dave and Deni arrived. Dave was more casual than I was used to. I thought she must be angry because I allowed him to do all, but she thanked me not to disturb them.My wife was in deep pain but she also enjoyed all this. I took her to the bedroom and she rested for five to six hours.After that day my wife started behaving differently. She was now hungry to be fucked by Ishwar. But our servant was not at all showing as if he had fucked my wife ever. Neither was he taking any undue advantage. One night my wife said that she wants to be fucked again by Ishwar.