We both froze. There I was, tits out, legs apart, skirt up with no knickers, my fingers nestling shamelessly in my slippery wet gash. I was mortified ...yet, exhilarated. I’ve no way of knowing for sure if he saw what I was up to, but I strongly suspect he did. He sidled slowly along the row, perhaps shocked, perhaps embarrassed, perhaps with a hard-on, and slipped out of the exit.“Do you think he saw?” My boyfriend whispered.“I’m not sure”. I panted.“I hope he did!” He breathed.I continued to rub. The shower room was also entirely transparent to the onlookers and Deepali had taken the towel from me while I was entering that small room. I was standing butt naked inside the shower room and I was getting baffled. I just wanted to not pop into an erection right now and I was so focused on doing that, that I couldn’t even operate the sophisticated shower fittings. Ritu saw me struggling the settings panel and opened the door and barged inside. She had to cross across me to reach the panel,. And her shoulders feel as if a ton of weight has been lifted away. Hurrying upstairs the routine is completed in a rush but with a critical eye on the process. And the end result is carefully evaluated. Then downstairs and in an hour there is a spotless home.Then a call to Marie who gleefully recounts an encounter with a twenty-two year old. But when she starts going into details about their sexual escapade Cheryl excuses herself and returns the offending phone to its cradle. Then the internet. Then I saw him bring his hand out and lick his finger. My wife was dripping wet! He then reached around and unzipped her dress until her full tits came into view. Dan lowered his head and started to lick and kiss her tits. Her nipples were as hard as rocks. She started pulling off his shirt and he stood up so she could undo his belt and his pants dropped! I could see his cock sticking staight up from his underwear. Karen pulled them off next and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dan's cock.