To take some fresh air from the balcony the door of which was still open.I got out of the bed and very slowly proceeded to the balcony leaving behind ...n the same bed two people: my wife clad in virtually nothing but her bangles, necklace, anklets and a very thin nightie and my best friend, muscular and well built, a ladies’ man and one who had not been getting along with his wife recently.The fresh air was soothing and balmy. Somewhere in the distance I could hear the barking of dogs. Gradually. I kept going, beating my tits harder and pinching my nipples til it feels like it’s going to fall off. It wasn’t long when I feel strong spasms in my pussy and felt my crotch quiver on its own. I moaned loudly but kept the bullet in its place until I feel a gush of fluid coming out of me. It took a second for me to realize that I am squirting. That went on for almost a minute. I was exhausted by the time it was over but I was still horny. My crotch felt so weak and my clit felt so raw. I. Nelly was blonde and her white cotton dress, finer and thinner than Evelyn’s, showed more round forms, mainly her large breasts and her round buttocks. She had already undone most of the buttons which were on the side of her dress as she lay down, her back against Najwa’s chest. The two couples, set up like a row of sardines, did not know each other and did not speak. The women felt the movement of the ship as it left harbour. It was dark in the sleeping quarters but at times a beam of light. He had set himself up at the dining room table, working and writing, and he would barely look when I would pass nearby.I swept, I mopped, I dusted, I scrubbed, I did dishes and I tidied. I grunted and moaned and I perspired and I leaked from my bound and teased cunt. I was a mess. I knew, as I was on my knees, bent over scouring the tub and toilet, that I was far from sexy – but that I was entirely humiliated.It was nerve-wracking as well. I needed to be perfect, so I would go over the same.