I knew that but I didn’t really care. I was annoyed and I wanted to indulge my anger and self-pity. My brother was taken from me. The rest of my fam...ily were ingrates. Screw these people. I closed the laptop, grabbed my glasses and beer and went inside.There was a persistent knocking around seven in the evening the next day. I looked out the window as I made my way to the door and saw the woman that moved into Jerry’s house. She was standing across the street in front of Mrs. Cruz house, and her. His name was Azim. He was asking me if I was comfortable with a male client. Well, being massage my hobby, I did not hesitate. We fixed the date and he gave me his address.So the day came and I went there. I met him and we went inside the room for massage. As soon as I reached in, I was surprised. There was his wife Uzma sitting on the sofa near the masseur table. My mouth opened wide seeing such beautiful Indian wife.Uzma wore a pink salwar and matching lehenga. Her straight hairs were. “Come on then let’s go home,” he said.Later that night when she emerged from the bathroom in PJ’s and climbed into bed alongside him, she whispered. “I’m sorry about this darling but I promise to make it up to you.”“You don’t have too,” he said kissing her gently.She slotted into his lap in their usual sleeping position with his arm around her. He smelled her hair, felt the warmth of her body next to his and realised that this is where he belonged ... needed to be, with his woman.The next few. I moaned as well and disengaged from her mouth, trailing my tongue to her breasts, while her hands trailed all over my back, under my top- unclasping my bra. I nibbled on her nipple and she pushed her hot pussy into my hand. ‘Please’, she moaned, ‘please make me cum, I need it so much’. Her words turned me on even more than before and I felt my stomach tighten with desire. My finger flicked her clit and she shuddered. My mouth leaving her nipple only long enough for her to remove my top and.