Matin pressed near me. As my eyes grew moreand more accustomed to the dim lighting, I finally looked towards the facesof the two men who were fucking ...in our shed. Slowly realisation dawned onme. I was about to blurt out "DAD!! UNCLE ZAFAR!?' when I felt a grip on myarm. It was Matin, and our eyes met. We both knew. He clamped his hand onmy mouth and tried to pull me away from the window in the backyard shed.I dug in my heels and turned my eyes back to the spectacle. I was less than5 feet away. On the second day of my husband’s operation and when he had to wear the eye patch, I had to stay at home, since he cannot do anything on his own. I got this crazy idea – how about if I fuck my husband and show it live to my boss? That way, they can see and hear me moan and scream while I was enjoying getting fucked.I told this plan to my boss and he was up for it. He always loved to see me nude. Since he was in the office, he said to make it happen at 6 pm that day.I was all ready. At around. I had my favourite haunts, but I was also up for checking out new places. At my local toilets, I had two or three 'regulars' who I knew were always up for some cock fun if I appeared. My spirits always rose (as well as something else) if I saw them standing there, and I knew that there wouldn't be any awkward first time propositioning. But that was also a thrill; a lot of guys went to toilets specifically looking for a gay encounter, but when actually confronted with the reality of another. ?No, no, I want it harder!? Jason moved harder a bit.?Grab my boobs, milk me!? As Jason did this, he involuntarily become more excited by the touch of her boobs, exactly as she had calculated. He started pumping faster. ?Maid, come closer. I want you to go behind Jason and make him go harder and faster!?Jason looked around how he was going to do this. First he moved up behind Jason and tried to time the pushes of his trusts and accelerate them, but this did not work very well, although Jason.