My wife was sitting closer than before and her right hand was right at the base of his crotch, her hand had to be touching his balls and she was talki...g as if everything was normal. This situation wasn't normal and I was experiencing a dual reaction. My head kept saying “no she can't be doing this” and "yes go ahead and let her do this". Why would I let her touch my friend's cock, but why did I let her touch a stranger’s dick. It was the strangest feeling. It was the horniest feeling.I sat back. She called up someone and speaking in Hindi which I could not understand much of it but it seems she is speaking to a friend than a BOSS. I asked her, is he your boss or a friend she said we are quite close and you will come to know soon how good he is. She said we will go to his place today itself and meet. We may have dinner also at his place. I was not understanding anything but simply following what she was saying. We took a taxi and driving towards his house. On the way she told me I have. The next thing I knew they were down around my ankles and I was back across her lap with my naked rear end sticking up into the air. CRACK!CRACK!CRACK! I squirmed in agony, my ass on fire. “P-p-p-please stop! I’ll clean my room! Honest I will, right now!!! Aunt Clare paused, “Really? But your bottom is just turning pink. This is hardly enough punishment considering your disrespect and out and out disobeying of my direct order.” She started spanking me in earnest now,. Simone and Ben became cosy room mates in no time. Ben slumbered well in his alcove bed and in the morning she’d chatter away to him as he watched her get dressed; his very own schoolgirl striptease show. Hopping out bed she takes off her pyjama leggings with no sense of modesty; then rubbing her fuckable butt while she seeks out her knickers; glimpses of her snatch as she pulls them on to stand before him with her small tits on display.Beneath his bed-covers he was stroking his hard.