She took her clothes and followed Mark towards the toilet and told Kevin to start the car who just nodded and seemed indifferent. They reached the toi...let and Mark motioned her forwards and thought of standing outside but Iqra just laughed and told her to come as he had seen everything already. He followed her gladly as Iqra got herself clean and got rid of cum from both her holes and started to get dress. He put on her hijab and did her face make up and was watching Mark looking at her and she. That is who we were deep down, to the world we were four young Indian girls of a low caste and perhaps even lower morals. I found that I had a job too. I was a maid working for an upper class family. The pay was next to nothing and the wife treated me like chattel. The oldest son however was another matter. Badal, a student of engineering and so full of himself that he almost needed a second body himself just to house the extra ego seemed to regard the world as his for the taking. And me as his. ’ For the rest of you, read on. ***** ‘Don’t kiss me! Your breath smells like shit,’ Sam said, turning her face away from mine, after I tried to kiss her. ‘I hate your smoking,’ she hissed at me. Sam, Samantha, my wife of 10 years, had initially tolerated my smoking, but over the course of the past few years had become more and more angry and judgmental. She rarely kissed me anymore. My smoking had increasingly become a point of conflict between Sam and me, and I was like a cheating spouse. Do you think I'm too weird?" I did think she was too weird. How could anybody enjoy the watching more than the doing? I guess at the age I was then, I thought that the physical act was far more exciting than mental stimulation could ever be."Do you just get hot when you see other people making out?" No, I can get real hot from thinking about stuff, or when I touch myself while I'm thinking about stuff. Debbie, she told me that she gets a lot hotter if someone else is watching her do things. She.