"I thought you were a professional. I'm sorry, I had no idea."It was a lame attempt a soothing my feelings. What? I had just made up that whole life ...story? Wasn't he listening? I sort of liked the thought of being compared to a professional though. I was still looking away from him a mix of embarrassment, hurt, and excited pride. I didn't know what to say."You have no idea what you are sitting on do you?" he said softly.I turned to look at him a puzzled look on my face."I get more requests for. ‘Ready to play again already?’ I spoke huskily, still turned on very much from earlier. ‘Always ready to play with you, baby,’ he responded. I grinned and stood up. His hand fell to his lap, and he began to rub his cock as I slowly slid my shorts and thong off. I stood there in front of him, my perky breasts upturned with hard nipples, and a shaved clean pussy. He wrapped his arms around me, and I sank down into his lap. It was pure bliss to have our bare skin touching, and his arms wrapped. "Hold up," he said. His voice was stern. "Because of you, I am left with this," he motioned to his dick pressed up against his shorts, "Emily left because she didn't want to finish me off with your pervert ass hanging outside." He grabbed and threw my cum stained underwear from last night at me.I was stunned, caught completely off guard."Emily found 'em," he said disdainfully, "I thought I saw you looking last night, but this... no idea," after a pause he stood up, "But were not talking about. Then she asked me to turn around and she applied the oil on the back of my legs and on my hips. This time she clearly massaged on my hips for at least 5-10 seconds. She then went and started washing our used clothes.Mom back was toward us so she was not able to see us. Then aunty said, come on suchi let me comb your hairs. She was wearing salwar suit. She then pulled close towards her by putting her hands around my hips. Since I still haven’t wore my chaddi so she had a nice feel of my ass..