“I have, as I have said, put up with a great many things as a Nanny, but the rage I saw on their faces? I am not about to remain here and face that,... no sir, no ma’am, this is beyond my experience.” The dour-faced woman bowed to them both and beat a hasty exit.They stared at each other, still unsure as to what to do. Calling a runner the father sent the messenger into town to fetch a man who had opened an office recently. They would see if the man was as good as so many claimed he to be.Arriving. Ana’s body shivered with the touch.My sensual wife glanced at me from time to time; looking for my approval and making sure I was still watching. Her show made my dick get hard inside of my trousers.I watched as these black hands slipped down to her thong, finding that her sweet pussy juices had saturated the thin black material.I saw him sliding a finger inside, then two ones. A slight gasp escaped Ana’s red lips, as she felt the invasion of her slippery wet cunt. I was sure that the bastard. Once again Phil tried to lever you up off the floor, but in his struggle your bra unclipped and fell off of you and blew into the road, once again you laughed and blurted out to ignore it. “I don’t need a bra!” you shouted to all and sundry, as your voice echoed along the almost empty street. Your Husband smiled a wicked smile and nodded in agreement to Phil`s wordless request. I watched from the bus stop as Phil unbuttoned his trousers and grabbed hold of his semi erect penis and pulled it. “Hmmmm,” Sheela bhabhi ne sote hue awaaz nikali.“Babhi suno.”“Kya hua, Anjali?” bhabhi ne aankh kholi aur meri taraf mudi, “tum yeh apni chut sehlana band karogi. Achcha nahi lagta hai. Har waqt ussi mein ungli daale rehti ho,” bhabhi boli.“Bhabhi kya karu, bohut garam hai chut,” maine kaha, chut mein ungli karte hue.“Control kar, Anjali.”“Nahi hota, bhabhi. Aap hi kuch karo.”“Main kya karu, Anjali?”“Bhabhi, lund dilwado,” maine chut mein ungli andar-bahar karte hue bola.“Main kya jeans ki.