“Put on that apron and serve table number 7,” barked Mr. Singh.Seema wore the apron and a plastic bag on her head. She went into the kitchen, acce...pted the dish made by the cook and served it to the men sitting on table 7. They eyed her maliciously as she served the food, making her lean over to do menial tasks like adding extra salt, sauce so that they could peek into her cleavage.“What a lovely ass,” said one of the men in the language which was common in northern villages and she. We had about 3 drinks and much conversation whenfinally the hot tub drew attention. We all decided itmay be nice to get in. I told Paul he could shower inthe main bath and Marie and I would shower in the otherbathroom. We met downstairs with just our robes. Thelights were low, incense and music in the air. We eachdisrobed and got in. I could see when Paul got in hewas slightly hard and I remembered the picture he hadsent on aol. The warm water plus the alcohol really gotme relaxed and Marie and. I reached over and pulled her blouse open exposing both of her breasts. I then began gently tugging on her nipple. As I watched, her guy slide a finger into her dripping vagina. As he repeated the motion, Erica leaned her head back, with eyes closed, and let out a low guttural moan. She then reached over and placed her hand over his cock.Our friend began to dip the tip of his middle finger into Erica’s pussy. As he did this, she began to rub his cock through his pants. It seemed as though he. “Salmonella poisoning is a real threat, so the bird must be thoroughly washed,” I remarked and off to the shower I went. The glass walls of our big shower fogged up easily, so I kept the temperature a little on the cool side to ensure my chefs a good show, as I lathered up my breasts, belly, legs and pussy. Out of the shower, Doug toweled me dry while Louise blew my hair dry. “Since I’m not one of those butter-ball turkeys, you’ll have to prepare me the old fashioned way,” I quipped. I.