How beautiful she is and how sexy. That no one can compare to her in bed, it’s exhausting at times.”I was starting to calm down, “Crap. He’s n...t spreading this all over the hotel, I hope? I will kill him if he is. My mother is not a floozy or a slut. This is my mother’s first time with a man since my father died.Maria shook her head emphatically, “No, no, Rodrigo would never do something like that. He is smitten with your mother and would never do anything to hurt her.”“Damn it. It’s all my. I own the store. Please come sit with me and I will explain what I meant by that statement."Carol reached up and took down the exquisite object. Then led Deborah to a couch and chair. She brought Deborah some tea and sat near her. Deborah had never imagined a nicer place and woman. As she sipped the tea Carol explained."Some women in India were trained to please a man in sexual pleasures but were not to train with men. Women trained with women. Sometimes a****ls were brought in to imitate. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her long, red hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. The young woman stood up from her chair, took off her blazer and hung it on the back of her chair. Her blazer matched the hip-hugging, pencil dress. Her hourglass figure would normally have made my cock twitch, but I was in too much pain to get sexually aroused.She sat back down without looking at me and replied, “I will be asking the questions, Mr. Renard.”I focused on her face through half opened eyes.. I fucked as she wet my fingers. I spanked her ass, kissed her and rubbed my wet fingers on her asshole. Ramla was shocked when I pushed in the fingers. She shook but she was in my tight hug.I wildly fucked her sexy village pussy, fingered her tight ass and exchanged saliva all the while holding her waist tightly. Soon, the married village woman gave into her lust and enjoyed my fingers up her tight dirty ass.I fucked her so hard that her boobs were jumping and hitting my chin. Soon, Ramla went.