I've spoken to the shop and it will be fixed in a day. And as for your husband, don't worry, it's our secret. And the wine? Well, that's definitely ou... secret. Now finish your gin and we'll see how it tastes."I down the rest of my drink and walk past her inside to get the wine and a couple of glasses. She's visibly more relaxed as she sits there looking up at me as I pour her a glass and hand it to her. I pour my own and sitting down hold up my glass to hers, "To putting the past behind us."She. She was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room just staring at me with hard cock in hand and porn playing on the laptop, I froze for what must have been seconds but felt like minutes, when she suddenly spoke and said " sorry to disturb you but A(my wife) said I could borrow a pair of her shoes for my prom", for our friends abroad a prom in England is for school leavers of s***een.With that I jumped up trying to conceal my stiffy in my boxers and said "I'm so sorry. When I got it out, I figured how to turn it on. It was loud, and at first, I was worried that it would awaken Bob. I turned it off and Bob was still snoring. I forgot how much I hated his snoring! The dildo was too large to be functional as such, but I figured it could still work topically on my aching clit. It wasn’t fancy at all. It probably would have been current state of the art in the late twentieth century as a gag gift.I found a few tissues in the bathroom, then lay down on my makeshift. "Whose is it, eh?" More embarrassing question for the maid.Matasari covered her face. The questions were getting more and more difficult for a woman to answer. Who would, in real life, ever talk about such matters with a man and that too with the master of the house. And now to have to talk to Babuji about them! She was distraught."Whose is it?" He repeated himself, unmoved and with an expressionless face."Bahuji ki ...I think it is hers," she quickly went through with her answer."How can you.