Then I started to think why she would’ve chosen to fuck me and Phil of all people. By no stretch of the imagination were we ugly but Virginia could...have any guy she wanted, why us.I was just about to question it when I suddenly felt a to die for sensation on my cock. I looked down I saw my dick in her mouth. It took every gram of strength in my body to not blow my load on the spot. I looked over to my left and saw Phil receiving a hand job. Then she switched over giving me the hand job and. So I looked around and saw a Bengali aunty who suddenly caught my attention. She was wearing a bright yellow colored salwar kameez , she had a figure of 36-34-38, a bit on the chubby side but God, she was a hottie! On top of this, her salwar was wet because of the rain and her black colored bra was easily visible as her salwar was sticking to her skin.I got an instant hard-on and without bothering, started staring at her tits. I had maybe gone into a trance like state imagining what I would do. He would often give me lecherous looks. Whenever he came to our house, he would always hug me longer than necessary and he would always try to move his hands on my back way down like he is trying to grab my butt. He also swears a lot and uses very crude language. I think he is a bad influence on my hubby. My hubby seems to think he is a great guy, however. Every time mack has dinner with us, my hubby always makes me wear an indian blouse-sari set because mack says that he likes to see me in a. I'm wiped out.She heard a knock."Mistress, your breakfast is ready!" C ... Come in."The slave entered and saw her Mistress's butt facing her, framed in the straps. She sucked in a surprised breath. "Wh ... where would you like it, Mistress?"Up my ass. Cassandra giggled. "The table is fine."The slave put the tray down quickly and scooted out of the room.Cassandra slowly stood up and walked to the shower.Cassandra slipped the last raspberry from the fruit bowl into her mouth. She luxuriously.