"Okay, okay, you win. I'll just spend the week cleaning up the mess at my Brentwood store and...." Mike began stroking his hard cock, "...jerking off.... Maybe I can give you something to remember while you do." I rose from the sitting position and rolled over on my knees. Water and soapy bubbles cascaded off my body and splashed back into the tub. I grabbed the sides of the tub and presented my still excited sex to Mike in a modified doggy position. I gave Mike my come-hither look over my. .. Monday. But not today ... today was Sunday ... Sunday evening, actually ... tomorrow was Monday."Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day," I was singing and strumming my Hauser rosewood classical.Grace heard it and thought it was a catchy tune, "That's nice, do you know the rest of it?" Monday, Monday, so good to me;Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guaranteeThat Monday evening you would still be here with me.Monday, Monday, can't trust. Then they said that tomorrow morning there is a public function to announce him as leader in the presence of “Guruji” ( as I said in my previous part in my village there is a guruji who is considered equal to god by all my village people including my parents.The influence of the guruji on entire village and my parents was such that they would do anything the guruji asks without even questioning whats it for. Such a blind people and such an old traditional village was mine). But I always doubted. I said how are you going to do that now. She said just watch. She puts her heels up on the dashboard and pulls up her skirt and starts playing with herself.I couldn't believe she was doing this. I asked if she wanted me to pull over so she could do it and she said no just keep driving. I said fine but I need to stay in the right lane and not pass people so no one can see. She looked at me and said if I didn't drive the way I normally do I wouldn't get anything from her for a while. I said what.