.Depressed"Y-Yeah...Exactly, I'm not the kinda guy to ask such a thing afraid of being a pain, I just want to be useful." So you can feel accepted? It... troubling really," she looked angry I could see it, made me shiver a little, "but the important thing here is now that you know the truth you see it with your own eyes what do you want to do? Do you want to be a bad rebellious person? Or a kind one?"That's the thing I don't know! Of course, I don't want to do anything illegal! Even if I just did!. But I still had my brief on.Sudha took some warm oil and pouring it on my back she started to massage. Back, shoulder, waist arms and then from above my shoulder she poured oil on to my chest and with both her hands on my either sides of head she bent and massaged my chest. Her breast was touching my neck regularly. I was getting really hot. I was waiting what she will do next. ThenSudha started pouring hot water over my head and then shampooed my hair. She soaped my back, shoulder and chest. My wife seemed to enjoy it, she just watched her best friend fondle my nut sack. By this time i was hard. Her friend told my wife look at what i did to yourman, he is so hard and she grabbed my dick and pulled it out. I was sure at any moment my wife was going to stop all this. But she said, well you started this so finish it.With that her friend said, really kinda like a question and in shock. She leaned forward and started to slowly rub my cock. I looked at my wife and she had her hands. She stared into my eyes as she slid the plastic spoon between mylips. "Really, Kitty? It's no surprise, I guess. We've been out for hoursand she hasn't asked to be taken to the toilet even once. I figured she'dprobably be a little damp." My face fell and I stared at the messy stainson my bibbie in consternation. I didn't realise I could have asked to betaken to the bathroom. I cursed myself for not thinking of that."She's not damp, she's drenched!" Kitty added, patting my bulging crotchfor.