The brunette walked over and climbed into the water. She smiled and nodded at Kirsty before slipping below the water and sitting on the seat opposite ...her. Kirsty smiled back and tried to relax. She would have liked to get out but she knew that if she stood up she risked treating the brunette to a good view of her shaved vagina as her untied bikini bottoms fell down and if she tried to tie them under the water it would obvious what she had been doing. So instead she chose to sit there, hoping. . As she thought about it her shock turned to anger... Simran had fucked Haresh. Simran had tasted his Lund (cock) in her choot (puissy) maybe in her mouth and enjoyed him... Then her anger turned to jealousy... "why should Simran be the only one to have Haresh?"She had more right to him then Simran... she had given him life.That evening, she sent the driver on some errand and then said "Haresh, I have just remembered something. Get the car out and come with me please..."Haresh, still unsure. My name is Paul and I live across town in a two-bedroom apartment since I couldn't stay at home anymore while my mother pestered me about her not having grandkids. Mother was visiting today as she does every Friday. Today she was dressed in some tight jeans which molded perfectly around her soft ass and a designer t-shirt, which proudly showed off her round milk jugs. Her legs were crossed at the knee as she rocked her foot to-and-fro. She always took this pose when she was upset with me about. ‘Over the desk, right?’ ‘That’s right.’ She stood in front of the desk and bent over the top of it, her tight skirt still rucked up around her waist. I tied her wrists together in front of her and drew the end of the rope down to the floor underneath the desk, where I tied it off to a cross-bar that ran parallel to the floor between the legs of the desk. I then tied a piece of rope to her left ankle, drew it to the left and tied if off to desk leg, then repeated the procedure with.