Sara sighed softly, deciding to slip a hand down under the sheet between her legs. Already feeling a slight dampness on the front of her cotton pantie...s, her fingers traced along the soft mound formed by her puffy lips under the thin material. A twinge of pleasure shot through her body, causing her nipples to perk up. She wanted so badly to please herself, but ached for something different. Looking over at the clock, a soft grunt of disapproval escaped her lips. It was 3:00 AM, already far too. Incense filled the air with spicy notes of vanilla and jasmine, oil lamps burned, casting deep shadows over the modestly furnished room. Outside, the burbling of the courtyard fountain competed with the humming of nighttime insects. Faint sounds of the servants going about their business occasionally infiltrated the inner sanctum of their chamber, but Titus and Octavia were oblivious to it all. Octavia released the shoulder clasps holding her stola, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. She. I took her in my arms and just held her. She started to cry and then sob. It took a while but she finally calmed down and we sat down again. I looked to Mark.He said, “I can ask some questions but it would draw attention to me. Eva, what do you want to do? Do you want to go back to Columbia, stay in the states, or go somewhere else? We should work on a change of identity for you so that you can’t be tracked through your name, driver’s license or student Visa.”“Can you do that? I would love to. She then stood up and bent again and this time she was washing her hands. Her pajamas were still down to her ankles and her big heavy ass was pointed towards our direction.That’s when I asked the driver if he would like to lick my wife’s pussy and maybe even fuck her wet cunt. He did not know what to say and started stammering. I told him it is ok and I won’t mind, just that I wanted to watch her fuck a young dick. He immediately agreed but looked nervous still. I assured him that my wife asha.