"I'm not sure I believe you," I said."How can I prove it?" she asked."Let me see them," I answered.She flashed a coy smile and looked up and down the ...street. We were alone. She opened another button on her vest. Then grabbed the top of her bra and pulled it out enough I could glimpse a big brown nipple."Is that all?" I asked."You want me to show you more? Right here in the street?" I told you I live right up the road," I responded."Maybe you'll have to show me later," she said. "Come on. Let's. If you come to Bangalore. It’s only the massage. And haan, you should have a place for massage.Deepthi: I do have plans to come to Bangalore. I wanted to check on the Lucknow part just in case I am unable to come to Bangalore. Kind of backup plan.After further discussions in the next couple of days, she had confirmed her trip to Bangalore and finalized on anything which goes with the massage.I helped her in booking the resort on the outskirts of Bangalore, with a double room, Jacuzzi, since she. To my complete and total surprise Jo and Clinton were standing there and as I couldn't say a word they both walked past and stood quietly as Greg continued to fuck my wife.I had to think quickly about what to do next so I told my wife that Greg wanted to tie her to the bed and she pulled a face at the idea but said "if it's what Greg wants I suppose it will be OK" and with that pulled away from Greg (who she though was me) and turned over onto her front and stretched out her hands and legs. I. Is that fine with you?” “Oh yes,” I replied a little excitedly. “Go ahead Kevin. Drop his pants to his knees. I think you will like what you find there,” Lisa said with just a hint of amusement in her voice. Suddenly I remembered what I was wearing underneath, and I became a little apprehensive. Sensing my state Lisa encouraged me. “Don’t worry Chris. Kevin is a perfectly normal boy, and he loves women’s under-things just like you do.” Kevin’s arms came around front of me and he began to.