“Get ready. I am taking you out for dinner.”“Really? I mean, we don’t have to. We just came back from a weekend away this morning,” Kavita s...aid, getting a bit surprised“Oh, come on, Kavita. We couldn’t spend some quality time in Mumbai. I want to make up for it. Now get ready fast,” I said, getting up from the bed.“Ok. First, you go and get freshened up, then I will get ready,” Kavita said, adjusting her dress“Why don’t we both get ready together?” I said, grabbing my wife and hoping to get. "Well, it's not quite what you think.Lisa," I said, voice dropping to a whisper, "I'm paying you so much fora reason. This isn't a normal babysitting job. Can you keep a secret?"So I told her. Everything. I had no idea how she'd react. She lookedconfused at first, and then more than a little shocked, before goingquiet for a while she considered the situation. "So, just to be clear.You want me to pretend your husband...God, this is bizarre....you wantme to pretend he's a 7 year old girl?" That's. I am actually about to explore my kink and have it come true.Looking out the peephole, she saw John standing there, holding a small bouquet in his hands. Tonight he was dressed casually in jeans and a tee-shirt. Opening the door, she stood back so he could step inside. As he handed her the flowers, John eyed her up and down.“Do I look okay?” Jazzy asked, looking down at the knee-length navy blue skirt and a light blue button-down shirt. She felt strange going braless because her size-40Cs were. Putting the plastic bottle back I began to match the easy rhythm of my fuck with the massage of the shampoo into her luxuriant read hair. It was intensely sensual. I felt her pussy muscles clench around the hard shaft of my cock as I fucked her. Her sighs became louder and her thrusts back against my thrusting cock more pronounced on every climax until I finished washing her hair just as I pumped her pussy full of semen."Thank you Justin, thank you," cried Millie as she pulled the shower head.