When it was all clean, she asked if she could borrow another shirt, which I of course agreed. Seems she didn't have much in the way of clothes. I lost...nothing on her choice of shirt as she came strutting out of the closet in one of my vintage "Don't Mess with Texas" shirts.When she came up to me and gave me a little spin followed up by her lifting her shirt up to expose her ass cheek, I soon had her pinned beneath me on the bed. Her long legs and arms were wrapped tightly around me. We laid. We stopped for some lunch at a nice little pub, then drove to a local beauty spot to take in the scenery. The conversation soon got around to the previous weekend's exploits. She said that this had really turned her on and would like to do it again. I put my hand between her legs, her panties were soaking wet. I said that we could try now. She put her seat back, pulled her little dress over her head. I removed her panties and laid her back. She wanted me to finger her while she sucked my stiff. Now that was supposed to frighten him off but he replied “how much for a hand job”. I was a bit blindsided but I kept up the pretense. “I tell you what, I can do that for $50”. “OK” he said and handed me a folded up $50 note. “You name the place” he added. I was stuck. I could very well tell him I was only putting on a show for my husband. Then I got angry that Martin had put me in this position. I decided to take the $50, jerk this guy off and teach my husband a lesson. Of course he could see. I had to force her to sit on the chair. She quietly had her dinner. I had mine too. She then washes the utensils and arranged for a bed on the floor of the living room. I hit my bed as well.The situation was getting worst that night, lots of thunderstorms and heavy winds blowing along with heavy rain. I could hear the sound and the flashes from the sky.“Babu…”“Yes Laxmi”“Can I sleep on the floor in your room? I am a bit scared…”“Sure”She arranged for her bedding in the floor and went to sleep..