Dumbfounded, I stared in silence, wondering if I should admit that I had found out the truth. ‘Never mind that, let’s get these flowers in water, ...then I have big plans for us tonight!’ Your voice held the joy of a child on Christmas morning, infectious happiness, begging anyone in hearing distance to join in their emotions, to get lost in the moment. Following along like a zombie, I tried to force a bounce to my step, so that I would seem appropriately cheerful. With startling efficiency you. I open the door and to my surprise it was Ruchi standing and she was wearing blue color Punjabi salwar. She was looking damm gorgeous. I greeted her and ask the reason of coming. She said that her husband had gone outstation due to business work and she was feeling lonely therefore she came to spend some time with my kid. I told her that my wife and kid have gone to my in-laws. I asked her if she wants anything like tea or coffee, she refused and started walking back to door. I asked her if she. Lily then got off my cock, pulled Leslie to her feet, and they each took a hand and led me down the hall to Leslie’s bedroom. They laid me on the bed, still wearing Leslie’s panties and the other pair over my head. Both woman then proceeded to tie me spread eagle with scarves to the corners of the bed frame, giving then unfettered access to my tormented cock and balls, which be now were a deep red/purple from being bound in such an excited state for so long. When I was secure, they started. Shit, I thought. My game had been interrupted and I had made a fool of myself. I was going to have to pick another girl.I pretended to study a nearby painting. The painting actually wasn't too bad. It was a stylized portrait of a woman, nude, turned to the side, painted in burnished gold hues and earthy reds and browns on a rough piece of wood. The artist had accentuated the grains in the wood by painting along them, swirling around the knots and holes in the wood to create a whirling river.