“Take my robe off of me,” you excitedly whisper, “I want you to see me.” My hands tremble with excitement as I slip the lacy rob off your sho...lders. As I move it down, I feel that familiar shock of discovery that I always feel when seeing your breasts become unveiled. My cock twitches under the towel around my waist. I look into your eyes and I can see you enjoying the way I stare at your beauty. You know how much you turn me on. And you get off on doing it. Yes, your body ignites my lust,. It’s patriarchy on steroids in Jersey now,” Courtney picked up where her husband left off in the discussion.“So, yeah, agreed, no Jersey for us. A pity. I’ve always wanted to traverse the Boardwalk,” Rupert shrugged.“Me, too,” Naomi sighed in sympathy with her brother.“Not to mention gamble in Atlantic City, eat some shrimp, get married, that sort of thing,” Cecilia spoke up at last after she finished her third shot of tequila, grateful that she wasn’t far enough along for that to hurt her baby. It was so great to do all this any place, anytime and without bothering who is watching.While I was playing with servants tits I started also to rub my hard cock against them and let sometimes a hand go between their tights touching their pussy to their saree.It aroused my wife too to see me play that way with servants and one day when I was doing that in front of her while the driver was sucking her nipples she pulled her panties down and showed her pussy.She took the hand of the driver and. Chris never noticed, still seduced by the hand that had tricked himinto following it. They came out of the darkness and, had he beenawake, Chris would have seen that the hand was attached to an equallypale shoulder, neck, and body of a woman, a beautiful woman standingnear as tall as he. She had dark black hair that fell all the way tothe bottom of her hips, and was clad in a simple white kimono with ared sash in its middle. No shoes, no socks, and the robe barely clungto her thin, trim.