Sarah confessed was embarrassed about “peeing” on me, I assured her it was a good thing, it was a feminine ejaculation and not pee! That night I f...cked her with the banana, a cucumber, a Corona bottle (both ends) and even got five fingers into her but only to the knuckles. Sarah said she was getting sore from all the activities, but she loved everything we did especially the anal sex. So we stopped and just hung out for the rest of the night.The next couple of meetings we did more of the usual. Her friend was leaving with those boys.She told me that Reshma was waiting for me inside. “Teach her everything”, she added with a sarcasm in her tone and a wry smile on her face. She was a cutie too but compared to my goddess, she was dust. I entered the house and found the staircase. It was as though walking through a haunted house, except the house was a structural marvel.But walking alone in such a huge house is a very bad idea. I walked through the way her friend told me and found the. All the while I am starting to get a hard on from what my wife is doing to me. After giving my nipples all the attention that they can handle she starts to wash my arms and hands, again going in slow circles so that I get the maximum enjoyment and relaxation possible. She then moves to my hips but making sure not to touch my hard-on while slowly moving to my legs. At this point she has me switch places with her, my back to the shower as she then proceeds to scrub my legs. She kneels down so. I discovered stairs leading to the second floor. Up there were many rooms that could either be private or open for others to watch. If they wanted privacy, they closed the door and pulled the curtains. There was a woman who monitored the rooms and the people who came to participate or watch. Every door was closed, and all the curtains drawn. She told me the rooms had been closed for a while, so maybe there would be some more open action later. I thanked her and went downstairs, planning.