As my wife cuddled to me and we kissed and kissed and kissed in our companionship of love and knowing each had been pleasured in their own way to tota...lity and beyond.Guest asked us both do you to fight and argue over her getting done like this as she called it?We both looked at each other my wife to fucked out from that huge damn black cock fucking to say much and nodded her head yes.As I told Guest yeah we had heated arguments about things and mostly and all about why she has to go fucking. “Je suis Sarosa, votre génie. Que désirez-vous?”“Um…” Harry said.“Me comprenez-vous?” asked Sarosa. “Parlez-vous français? Können Sie Deutsch? Usted habla español? Parla l’italiano? Do you speak English?”“Um…English,” Harry replied.“Very well then Master,” Sarosa smiled. “I shall repeat myself. I am Sarosa, your genie. What do you desire?”“Um, well, I…genie?”“Yes Master,” she smiled. She noticed Harry staring at her breasts, and he looked away. “Master, do not be embarrassed. I am yours to do. All she wants is to kiss and to do the missionary style thing. I want some variety sometimes, you know? I get bored with doing the same old thing every time.”I took my chance; it was my house, my turf so to speak and what else could he do; get up and leave? I reached over and quite accidently rubbed my hand across his cock which was hard as a rock from watching the porn.He visibly jerked back for a second and then relaxed, his eyes glued to the TV intentionally not looking at me. He slowly. I am wearing white cotton panties, a full cut, definitely for sleeping comfort, and I slip them over my hips and let them fall to the floor. My tan lines tell me I have at least one fairly skimpy bikini, as I stare at my crotch. The hair there is darker than on my head – no sun bleaching there – the shade my hair would assume this winter. The patch was trimmed on the top and sides to accommodate a swimsuit, and I knew the length was trimmed a bit also.Smiling at my reflection, I let a fingertip.