We all laughed and headed back to our place. My wife and I alone in our car with the boys following. We've seen that manager many times since and he's...never mentioned a word. We arrived at our home, the guys pulled in right behind us and I invited them in. "Come on in make yourselves at home, what's mine is yours!", I said. They all laughed and moved into the living room and sat down. MUFFIN offered them some drinks and popped in the dirty video we rented. My wife was on the sofa flanked by. I want to show you my 9 inches iron rod and she was not telling a single word but enjoying and after that we reached virar when she was going I asked her you had not answered my question and she told me such ker bataungi at the evening I called her and told her.I booked the hotel for us in Boriwali for tomorrow morning and she told me without my permission told her I thought that I deserve it and I told her and I will for you tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock at Boriwali station and cut the phone. Soon enough, I was starting to stiffen up and I slid open my phone to get ready to make a little vid.I moved over to my dining room table (for some good lighting - camera's bad enough as it is), and I took a vid of me rubbing my cock on her face as a tease.I paused the on-screen action, sent the vid to my email, then forwarded it to hers.I answered a message or two, then resumed her vid full screen to keep the party going. I softened up when I stopped to answer message, but as soon as she. Show me how you stroke it. Please? I mean…fuck…please!”I began lightly trailing my fingers up and down my shaft. Shamita moaned, spread her thighs wide apart and rocked forward in her chair as she jammed her hand into her crotch.“This isn’t fair!” Shamita whined, “You’re driving me crazy!”“You’re right…it isn’t fair. I’m standing here showing you my cock. I should get to see something, too. I like stroking my cock for you, Shamita…let me see your tits. Show me,” I half begged and half.