"Oh baby, you're gonna love it," he said. They both got up from the bed, Donte helped Fahima clean up the house so all evidence of their sexual tryst ...as gone. After they were done Donte told her it was best he left. He told her to meet him at his place tomorrow. "Wear your a red hijab, you look good in that. I don't want you wearing anything under your burqa either. No underwear. And bring a spare hijab just in case," he ordered her."Yes, master," she found herself saying, finding that she had. I know I should have pushed Vincent away and called for help but the feel of the hands of such a hot muscular younger man with large hands working my nipples was very intoxicating. I also think the thought of my daughter and husband just down stairs made me feel even hotter. It was like my body was on fire. Never over the years had Paul ever made my body feel like what Vincent was doing just by massaging my breasts and nipples. Then he leaned over and took one of my breasts in his hot. She began to ride me faster and a I grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled myself deeper into her. As she was riding, my hand moved around her arse and I slipped a finger in. She smiled and passionately kissed me. I motioned for her to move so I could do her doggy style when I heard a noise from the other room. I froze, I thought I was done for. I thought John was about to kill me! Clare quickly piped up: “Are you wanting to join in or just watch?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. John. There were no recorders of any kind on me. Just the microphone and camera that were extremely well hidden.After he finished looking me over he asked, "Would you like a drink?" Sure Harold why not?" I replied. "I thought you and Jeff had discussed t his and he was cool with it." What makes you think we didn't and he isn't?" Harold asked."Harold I have known you almost twenty years. This is not cool Harold. This is Harold the little boy with his hand in the cookie jar." I said,"You always could.