I tried to play with myself. But the panties were still in the way. I couldn’t spread my legs that well, so I chose to take them off. No one would n...otice anyway, even if he’d wake up, I was fully covered and so were my panties. I spread my legs wide and started to rub my clit. In the back of my mind I was cursing at my pussy that wouldn’t stop making slurping noises as my fingers travelled along its folds. I’d stop and then go at it again. I didn’t know what else to do. But realizing that my. He eyed the bar of soap in its water tight plastic bag. They couldn't make soap yet, much as they couldn't make most things. There was a way to turn goat's milk into soap, but it required so many additional oils there really was no point. Should he be using the store bought bar, or just rely on the fresh water the Lady was providing to do the needed cleaning?Well, he'd use some soap today. They really had to find their own source, though.Zak stood from milking the black goat with the white. Main aapko bahut respect karta hoon. Please Pinkyji, I am begging you,” so saying, I put my hands together and put my head down, too scared to even look her in the eyes.After what seemed like an hour (but was only five minutes), she cleared her throat. I looked up, worried sick and hoping she doesn’t tell my colleague! She had a stern look on her face and said, “Aap Vinod bhaiyya (my colleague) ko nahi bataayenge na?” I grinned, ecstatic, jumped up and down and yelled, “Bilkul nahi! Thank you. You grab the flashlight and bend down to look under the table. There you see my legs wide open with my dripping wet pussy on display. Well, almost on display, because the gorgeous waitress’s face is buried in it. Licking, sucking, probing. As you take in the scenario in front of you, you also realise that the waitress is on her knees, skirt hitched up, and also wearing no underwear. You look at me again, and I nod. You put your hands under the table, and probe the waitress’s sexy ass. You reach.