The Magistrate must have thought we were vastly amusing and he sent us up to the palace to entertain some visiting bigwigs. The Prof was going to prot...est until I reminded him of the alternative by stomping hard on his besocked foot.We hung around in an anteroom for a while. The Prof made a big deal of studying the murals while I ogled a couple of serving girls. It was very frustrating not being able to chat them up. The C.U.N.T only allowed me to understand what was said, not to speak anything. I also instructed Steve how to use splatter vision to detect the slightest movement of birds and animals. Earlier, when Steve saw the flicker of the ears of a kudu bull with his long spiral horns and the white V between his eyes, he was as giddy as a teenager seeing his first naked woman. I wanted to show him all the trees, the birds, the animals, the tracks and most of all, I wanted him to experience my mouth on his dick.I had to push away all thoughts of my failed relationships.After a while,. ”Amal could keep his hands to himself. But his cock was betraying him. Its harness was already visible through his pants.“Kareema, we can’t do this,” Amal stuttered, but Kareema rubbed him with her right hand down to his cock and grabbed it through his pants.“Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, Amal,” she said in a sensual tone, as she started pushing his zip down, slowly.“Oh shit!” Amal said as he face-palmed himself, hung his head towards the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes.. She was alone that time. She welcomed me with a nice smile. She was wearing Sexy White transparent saree that day. I felt like hugging her on the spot, but controlled my emotions and went inside. I complimented her beauty and said Uncle is very lucky to have such a beautiful wife. She said thanks in a very dull way. I understood her intention. Slowly I asked her what happened and all. She didn’t say anything but diverted the topic. After some regular discussion, we went to have lunch. I was.