He was even talking in a friendly way to my wife while wiping.“Didi, I very lucky boy! I touch up for Pretty Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become ...big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him.“Bhaiyya(brother), hope your luck works on me too! “ she said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage.“U also become star Didi(sister)!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and. And for me that is not at all a good combination!I thought about pulling Wally's body up a bit with the rope to check on his diners, but I decided that I didn't really want to have that particular memory. Looking down I could already see a golden covered mass starting a few feet below the waves, and that was more than enough for me. As I warned him earlier, by sunset he'd be nothing but bones at the bottom of the grotto and by tomorrow even those would have been crushed and digested. Gone. Get in line to the visa application counter." The clerk said with her heavy Hungarian accent."She is a Dutch citizen, I swear." I handed the clerk a 100 Euro bill, winking. Must have been more than her weekly salary, because she looked at me with a funny expression in her eyes, put the money in an envelop and attempted a crooked smile. Inspecting my Dutch passport she heavily lifted the visa stamp and stamped both our passports. Then keyed something into her terminal, handed us our documents. ” He sat up and put her face down on the bed, then straddled her naked body. He was on her upper thighs and his hard penis rested between her ass cheeks. He began to rub her shoulders. He started with her trapezius muscles. He could feel her entire body relax and she began to rub her ass against his penis. He thrust lightly in response, and continued to rub her body. He moved down to the muscles along each side of her spine, using his thumbs and the heels of his hands to dig into her muscles..