The bitch was really aiming to please me now. I looked at her critically as she put down her books. Jeans were all right for school but I wanted her t... dress sexier for me. "Go put a dress or skirt on," I said. Without saying a word, Martha scooted upstairs. I sat down on the sofa and waited for her. She came back a few minutes later wearing a relatively modest skirt with a pair of low heel shoes instead of her walking shoes. She looked quite nice.Martha sat down beside me and kissed me.. “Vicky, I’d like to keep dancing with you.”“Are you sure, because we’d be holding each other in our arms?”“I’m sure, please, I want to try,” Angie replied, offering her open arms. Vicky quickly went to her and lightly put her arms to her hips. Moving closer their bare breasts touched then pressed flatter as they embraced. They experienced the mixture of coolness and warmth from their breasts as they drew closer.Vicky had danced naked like this at home with Karen many times, though this was her. That took me half an hour so I figured they would be finished. So, I looked out the kitchen window again. My sensual Anita was bent over the wooden picnic table and Tadeusz was holding her hips as he shoved his hard black cock in and out of her cunt.Her nice boobs were pushed against the table and his face was facing the side wall; I saw her nice wet mouth was making a perfect O as he pounded her with no mercy at all.I watched as this bastard nigger made my wife come twice. She closed her eyes. Clearly he wanted to talk but felt inhibited in the present room as, as he said “walls have ears here” which she understood after the Mike affair.They adjourned to the butlers flat, something the two men normally did on Sunday afternoons and she felt privileged to now be part of.That flat was both comfortable and snug, the rain outside splattering against the windows as they sat together in front of the fire, her on the couch the men either side in two huge armchairs, sipping brandy from.