Let them feel you up. Suck their dicks. But don't let them suck you, fuck you or jack you off. Is that understood?"I nodded, and he left.On the bed in... the bedroom, I found a pair of white knee socks, a lacy pair of white bikini panties, and one of Jim's mongrammed dress shirts. Though I should have been humiliated I put it all on. The shirt, of course, was way too big for me. I wore it like a girl who had just had sex with a man, sleeves rolled up a bit, and unbuttoned so the guests would see. She never did. If only her mum knew she was having an affair with him…she couldn’t tell her. Her mum didn’t like stuff like that as her own dad had fucked off with her mums best mate when she was a teen. Leila put the wife and daughter to the back of her mind and carried on being completely pulled under his spell. It was hard not to because of his constant barrage of attention and gifts. Leila was a party girl. She was wild at heart and very free spirited. She could never seem to hold a man. This had started to result in fights with Siddhant and depression. Rimi was of my age and was just beautiful, not very tall 5’4 nice round boobs. Loved to take selfies, very photogenic, gorgeous smile and long free-flowing hair. She was a treat to my eyes.She was a pure nonvegetarian whereas the rest of my in-laws were pure veggies. The only respite was when I used to visit her and both of us would feast on chicken. That was the start of our relationship. Both our families used to meet at least. The result was that I found riding Charley a literal pain, so I had the saddle softened to the consistency of a nice cushion and had Honeybunch reduce my weight to 50 pounds, which was enough to make it easy for me to stay aboard Charley, but not to put much stress on either him or me. When I dismounted, Honeybunch increased my weight to my nominal 183 pounds. A horse can tell when he has an inexperienced or poor rider, so Charley's AI reported that the horse appreciated the reduced weight.We.