Yvonne had a hold of John's cock and was tugging on it. I tried desperately to cover myself but to no avail. I was speechless as this old couple just ...tared at us. John broke the most awkwardness of pauses:"Sorry, we just couldn't help ourselves," he said, smirking"I.. I.. thought you weren't home" said Chris."You both look hot, so fucking hot." said John, ignoring Chris' response.Neither Chris nor I knew what to say. We just lay there, sort of sprawled where we were. I was panting with. I decided that I needed to tip him for his services. He had done an outstanding job as my wife was totally relaxed. A massage like this could had easily cost a few hundred bucks.I went into the bathroom to get my wallet out of my bag. It took me a few minutes to find it as I grabbed a hundred dollar bill from it. As I walked back into the bedroom I heard soft moans coming from my wife. The young gentleman now had his finger down in between my wife’s legs and was gently massaging her clit. I was. Erica handed me a mirror, allowing me to look at myself in the hood. "As you can see, no one will be able to tell who you are tonight." Erica said, matter-of-factly. As I looked at my reflection, I had to agree with her. The hood covered my entire head, so that not even a strand of hair was visible. The mesh over my eyes allowed me to see everything relatively clearly, but did not allow my eyes to be seen by anyone looking at me. Suddenly, Erica's statement sunk in, and I turned to her, my. Not able to control himself, he laughed out, and in the spur of the moment to get back at him, I took the second egg and splattered on his face. We both stood there laughing soaked in eggs, when I decided to continue the fooling around. So I took another egg, walked up to Sailesh and put my hands into his flimsy baniyan and splattered the egg on his chest, not being able to believe what I just did, he took another egg and did the same to me.I was determined now not to lose so, I took another.