She raised her legs and wrapped them around my body and drew me into her hard and deep. I could not believe how wonderful it felt with my cock now dee...p inside her tight warm channel of pleasure. We were both experienced but, after some time of abstinence, we were enjoying our lovemaking together. It was something we had both enjoyed previously but in different circumstances.Once my cock was deep and fully into her, I stopped. Just to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the sensation of my. ”“But where shall we wash the body?”“How about the kitchen? There’s a drain in the corner.”“You must call Sakina and tell her of the news.”“What shall I say?”“That her husband is dead. I have decided to bury Imam Shabbir in Lahore. I can’t risk anyone finding out. We would be attracting more zealots than insects.”“The nearest cemetery is five miles from here.”“Call Sakina and tell her to meet me there. Wait. Don’t call her just yet. I need to finish with the preparation of the body.”The stench. And now they're getting a nice close-up shot of her pussy as well. By now they had surely figured out how to record from the webcam and would have video footage of my naked wife. At work they pretend everything is normal. They'd pretend that they didn't know these intimate details of her body. They would pretend that they didn't have naked images of her body. They'd pretend that they didn't have video of her naked to watch over and over again at home and probably cum over. Anne would pretend. Then the mats and cutlery had to be positioned exactly, not forgetting of course a mat for the tea pot, hot water jug, milk and sugar. All that was relatively normal, I suppose, if irritatingly exact in how Miss Carson wanted it done. The blank stare bestowed on us by the mannequins as we worked made the whole scene feel very peculiar, though.The strangeness was made worse by the fact that Miss Carson insisted that we curtsy to each of our “guests” before leaving the room to fetch the tea.