My wife came over and said she was feeling a little drunk and maybe we should just go home too. She suggested a drink or two once we were back at the ...ouse. Then I thought to myself, maybe she is feeling a little frisky and might want to "play" around with our friend again. My dick started to swell thinking about it. I agreed and off we headed home. Once home, Anthony took Elizabeth to the guest room and put her to bed. My wife and I fixed some cocktails and got comfortable on the couch.. I was pressing her boobs, then I slid my hands in cleavage and touched bare melons and was massaging them. There was not much space, so I took her salwar top out and started pressing then hardly. She was moaning a bit and was busy in kissing me wildly.Then unhooked her bra threw it away and carried her to bed. I went on her and started sucking the left boob nipple, it was hard, bit it and suck them hardly, my right hands were not calm, it was busy in handling her right boobs. Pressing it, and. Your hands squeezing, pinching and tugging on my nipples. My head leans back on your shoulder, a grin on your face as it becomes clear the men watching are starting to get excited too to just stand there at a distance and watch. They start coming into the field to get closer to me some of them clearly enjoy seeing me under your control. Their hands rubbing their cocks as they move closer, I want to cover my body but I hear you laughing and whisper "Oh no you don't" as you take my hands and pull. "It has been awhile Brenda", he replied. Over the next fifteen minutes he heard of the problems, the closing of the institutions which he didn't know the daughter had been sent to and the desperation in the voice of the mother. "Could you give her a holiday of sorts in the country", she pleaded. "I'm at wits end and I don't know what to do". There was silence on the other end as Warren digested the request and just wondered how bad the daughter was when Brenda said the words that made up his.