Her head was leaned back pushing the excess water from her long hair as she wet the rest of her body. She reached for her body wash and began to soap ...erself. As her hands washed her breasts, my hand moved to my crotch and I began to rub myself through my shorts to the image in front of me. She continued massaging her small, but growing breasts, obviously enjoying the feeling. She then moved her hands down her stomach and continued to her legs, bending over to slowly wash every inch of her. I was feeling restless. I asked for a glass of water. She moved to the kitchen. I noticed her perfectly shaped booty.I wanted to hold her waist tight then and there. She came back with a tray and a glass of water. She bent to give me water and I saw her cleavage, awesome, juicy boobs inside a sexy bra. Omg, I so wanted to fuck her! Aunty mai bathroom se aata hu.I said and moved actually, my cock was so tight and I wanted to masturbate right then. Also, what I saw just then inside aunty’s salwar. Then in a slightly more authoritative voice I told her that if she serviced me well and without inhibitions I might stay for two hours but if she failed to cater to my whims then I would call the madam and lodge a complaint. She got the message, said she would behave ok and pleaded not to inform the madam as she would screw her happiness. Introductions over she started to strip – I told her just to take off her yellow top and her bra. I helped her off her top and she unhooked her bra to reveal. “The damned board just blew,” screamed Beth.“Are you all right?” Jim, Rebecca, and Judith all reached Beth’s side where she was stomping around in a circle with her hands waving people away.“I’m fine,” she said angrily. “Probably just a fuse. Flashlight.”“Can’t find it!” Gail yelled from the direction of the props box.“Wayne!” Jim yelled.“He hasn’t signed in yet,” Lena called from somewhere in front of the stage.“He might still not be feeling well,” Rebecca lied.“Great. Hoist the tent flaps.