Well&hellip,&hellip,.you could just take it off. I know I wouldnt mind and I doubt Bob would care. We turned to see his reaction. He was put on the sp...t, but you could tell he was enjoying the show. I dont mind, he said. Its your house, do what you want. She looked at me and I nodded to her. She then reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt and slowly began to pull it up, inch by inch. Just as the bottom of her tits came into view she stopped and looked up at Bob. Are you sure? she asked. While Debbie carried on talking on the phone I distantly watched Cindy rubbing my growing cock. She bent her head so her blonde hair fell forward over her chest and I could just make out her moving closer to the end of my cock. I then saw, and felt, her soft lips kissing the tip of my cock. At this, my feelings rushed back to me and I was no longer detached from the activities in my own dining room.Cindy sat up a little and pushed her shiny blonde hair behind her ears to keep it in place and. Mistress delighted in the scene and in the heat of the moment I did enjoy it too, but it was not something I wanted to repeat.Suddenly the guy in the silver suit appeared again - now minus his jacket and a few shirt buttons – and Larissa called out to him. “Pieter, Ek het ‘n baie honger katije hier.”It sounded like crystal bells on her tongue, even if I didn’t understand any of it. I only knew that ‘katjie’ meant kitten as that was her favourite pet name for me. Whatever she’d said, it was an. Donnie paused in his 'wild' daydream and made himself a cup of coffee before settling back in one of his comfy chairs."I'm enjoying this, but where are the banks? They still haven't put in an appearance yet."Okay, things get a bit complicated as the number of different things to trade grows. I make furniture. My neighbour wants to trade for a chair, but he makes spears and I don't want a spear. Someone on the other side of the village wants a spear, but he only has animal hides to trade and my.