‘Why do you want me to take my top off, there’s hardly any of it here?’ I of course knew where this was heading and was going to make the most o... it, after all I needed money in a hurry. ‘If you want the top off you will have to come up with some serious green.’ ‘How much are you talking about?’ ‘I need a couple of hundred up front for rent and food.’ ‘If we give you two hundred will you take off your top?’ ‘As they say in the classics, ‘show me the money!” He took a wad of notes from his. Amrita and her husband Roshan with their two-year-old k** and her mother-in-law Reshma.Amrita’s husband had was in the merchant navy and was posted in Delhi and used to visit them once in three or six months depending on his work. We knew each other well and had been good neighbors for a long time now. As a matter of fact, Renu my wife and Amrita both had k**s together.I had doubt in my head if both of them getting pregnant was a coincidence or if there was something I didn’t know. But I never. After taking the pictures, I brought my arm down and then just laid there for a few seconds slowly stroking my fingers in and out of my pussy. I was so wet and worked up.I selected three pictures and sent them to him, and then brought the phone back up to my ear."I sent them."I heard him making sounds of approval as he was looking at his phone, looking at me performing for him.I heard his voice come back, "One more picture. Bring your fingers up and suck all of your juices off of them, then. I guess I wouldn’t look entirely out of place in DC.The shared common area of the suite had been completely rearranged. The dining area had been transformed into an office. Three large computer monitors were arranged around the diminutive figure of my assistant, whose name I still didn’t know. She tapped on a keyboard and swiped images from one screen to another. She had a spreadsheet, a calendar, a word processor, a diagram, and several browser windows open.I didn’t want to startle her, so I.