Testing to destruction how far things would excite me before they went too far.I don’t know if it was by accident or design, but thankfully the word... games got toned down a bit as Jill and Chris were more pre-occupied with each other than playing any games for my benefit. Now standing at the side of the bed and side on, I could finally see Jill’s face again, as they embraced and kissed. Enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh, Jill pushed her soft body hard against Chris’s more muscular physique.. “He gets the pussy,” she told me, eyes alive with need when she craned to look back. “But you’re the boy I want back there. You’re the one I want in my arse.”It all got to be too much to bear. The sensations down at my cock, knowing I was deep in Mrs Spencer’s rectum, and her sewer-mouthed assurance I was the boy she wanted in her dirty-hole had an effect. As I worked at her anus, my cock sliding in on a glide of lube, her muscle clamped around my girth, I groaned at Mrs Spencer I couldn’t hold. He slid the strap of my suit off my right shoulder and exposed my right breast. This was a bold step since we were outside and our spouses could come out at any time. He kissed down my neck and started sucking on my swollen nipple. My nipples had always been sensitive and since I was nursing they were more so. While I was being sucked I could feel my pussy getting wetter. I reached into his shorts and began stroking his cock, loving the feel of his hardness. He pushed my swimsuit to the side as. He was feeling my side body and waist from my shirt.Then suddenly I stopped him and thought that since in India, servants of other people are not considered equal to a guest and if my parents come and find him inside the house, then they would be angered and would create a scene. I asked him to leave for the moment and plan something. He said he will call me on my phone and we exchanged numbers. Since in modern apartments ,a secluded servant quarter is built outside the house for the servant to.