He paid a little more rent to get the master bedroom with its private bathroom. My bedroom shared a wall with his so through the wall I was "treated" ...to the sounds of his athletic fucking on a regular basis. It was a casual and sometimes funny turn-on to me to listen to the sounds of him and his girls, from the initial buildup through the cries and grunts of orgasms. Sometimes it was funny because I'd mock them quietly on my side. Other times it was just so damned erotic I just listened. She had an entire audience cheering when her two young female assistants offered up their bums to be paddled by some university students with long arms and strong fingers. Their sounds of indignation filled the small studio along with the crack of hard palms on soft female flesh.Hyacinth found that she was in a state of extreme frustration watching them get their corrections right in front of her and when one of the husband's shouted out that he wanted to give her "what for" so his wife could. The basic idea was there and we thought we looked pretty cool!"Girls! Now that we are done here, please thank Kerri and everyone else for a lovely time," Mrs. Jones said.The three of us tried to speak at the same time. Kerri was laughing. "You're very welcome! You all look wonderful! Do come back again."Mrs. Jones ushered us to the back of the salon. The three of us were so busy chattering on about the experience that we didn't realize where we were until Mrs. Jones tried to get our. I went in her room for a hurry for money. But there is no money in her purse . Then I searched for her handbag there is no sign for the handbag.Suddenly I heard some voice . In fear I hide myself behind the cot . My mom came inside the room. I was in a great fear like it was the last day of my life. She closed the door and started to remove her saree. She removed her saree . I was seeing her back. I don’t feel anything . She turned my way I saw a pair of firm boobs in a blouse which is ready to.