After Peter had publicly announced his home staff that his wife Leena was a submissive and that the Indian girl most of them had enjoyed so often was their mistress wearing just a skin pigment, the atmosphere had dramatically changed. The previous austere formality had vanished. Leena was now considered basically as just another staff member, a maid especially attached to Peter's service. The butler's prejudice against white women had crumbled as he had had a living proof that they could be as resilient, as friendly, as sexy and as good a fuck toy as any Indian girl.

Peter now informed him when he left for a few days, letting him organize Leena's work schedule, between house chores, shopping to replenish the larder, sexual servicing of the house staff and the men and women the butler pimped her to and the time spent with Gupta, her green grocer. Gupta had resented being told to abandon even the idea of castrating Peter. He still advocated that Leena would have been more available for him and Peter more focused on his main job : providing money for the whole household.

To speed up the process of preparing his field for new crops (salads, radishes, lambs lettuce), Gupta had bought a bigger three furrows plough. He showed it to Peter and Leena.

- Look, slut, I've made big expenses for you. With this bigger plough, you should be able to do the same work in half the time. I've been looking for another field as secluded as this one.

- But, Master it's just too heavy for me to pull it!

- You're right. Therefore I will use Peter for additional strength. I'll harness him with you in front.

It was nonetheless hard work for both of them and Gupta often had plenty of opportunity to whip them to have the work done. To make the whip lashes more painful, he had them pulling the plough stark naked for his enjoyment. He started by lathering Leena's body completely, spreading sun lotion along her ass crack and making it deep into her cunt and ass with his fingers. Peter had to cream his body himself with no help even from his wife. Gupta could easily have made them to work alongside but he was a shrewd bastard. With this arrangement, he was able when he fancied to stop the team, position himself just behind Leena's defenseless hind quarters and fuck her cunt or ass at will without even unhitching her, just inches in front of her hubbie who could just watch and listen to the noises his beloved wife was producing as she was fucked mercilessly by the little man. Peter had a direct view on Gupta's ass crack as he was humping hard Leena. It was just another humiliation for him. Gupta also poured continuously lewd contemptuous comments on him.

- You see, cuckold, this way, I can fuck your slut wife whenever I decide so. Maybe, you will learn how to adequately pleasure a woman, by watching me that closely!

- Yes, Master, I will try my best!

- It's a pity that Mistress Preeti and myself don't intend to let you ever fuck your wife again. The right place for the sperm of such a lowly cuckold like you is in the toilets bowl but not inside his wife's, or any woman's for that matter, quim!

- You're right, Master!

When they had finished their day work, Gupta hosed them down, aiming occasionally the direct jet of water on Leena's ass hole. She felt then as if a column of solid water forced its way into her arse. It was a moment of intense bliss, submissive bliss but mind blowing pleasure nevertheless. Gupta then carefully soaped Leena'body, insisting on her quim, breasts and ass again. Afterwards, he usually made her put on a saree or a ghagra directly on her wet body, with just a thread around her waist and no petticoat underneath, just to make her look sexier. He often took them to a dancing hall and bar not very far from his shop with plenty of Indian customers. There, he always chose a table and sat on a padded armchair, offering a mere stool to Leena and ordering Peter to stay standing at the bar with a glass of tap water while he sipped an Indian beer.

He usually danced several times with Leena who was a very good dancer before letting other men and occasionally women dance with her. He had never made any objections when her partners grabbed her ass cheeks above her saree or snaked their hands under her choli. When their caresses got more intimate, he proposed the guys to move to a little used billiard room. He usually yelled for Peter, telling him with a loud voice in order to be heard throughout the hall.

- Hey, cuckold! Some of these guys developed a hard on watching your slut wife being manhandled on the dance floor. She is going to satisfy their appetites. You'll remain at the door asking for people if they want to fuck your wife inside. When her holes will be too messy, we will let you in and you'll have to lick your wife clean. You're not to swallow the spunk but transfer it to your wife's mouth. A lowly cuckold like you is not worthy of keeping superior men's jizzm in his stomach, don't you think so, cuckold?

- You're certainly right again, master!

Such events attracted quite a few Indian men from the neighborhood. It wasn't unusual for Leena to service more than twenty (but once up to fifty for the last Holî feast) men : Indian, Bengali, Sri Lankan or Pakis alike and Peter was called four times or more to clean his wife. He had to perform under the sarcastic comments of the men present in the room and, among them of Gupta. The most difficult for him was that watching his dear wife covered with strangers' cum gave him immediately a raging hard on. He would have loved finding a release by fucking Leena but Gupta would have stopped him immediately. He had to stay with his achingly bulging and very full balls until he came back home.

Gupta was very suspicious, for good reasons but he couldn't be sure of it, that Preeti was so lenient with Peter that she allowed him to fuck his wife as soon as Gupta had left them in the entrance of their house. To prevent her as completely as he could, to take care of his prick during the travel, he had imagined making him travel in the car trunk and her in the cabin with him. He would depose him at the backdoor service entrance before accompanying her one hour later to the main door. In the interval, he drove her to some ill lit zone in the outskirts of the town and fuck her on the car hood. If Peter wasn't allowed to fuck his wife, Gupta was by all means! When he arrived to deliver him, he rung the entrance bell and asked to meet Preeti, reminding her each time to keep them afar from one another. He could have very sophisticated manners if he decided so.

One evening, he presented a very special demand to Preeti.

- I would need your help, Mistress Preeti, if you could find it possible!

- If I can do whatever you want, my dear Gupta, my help is obviously granted. How can I help you?

- I've told you that I'm looking for a larger piece of land to increase my local bio vegetable production. As I want Leena and Peter to remain the only work force on my estate, I need high walls and no nearby high rise building so that I can keep them naked. I've just found the suitable place but the owner wants when the contract is signed that I provide some pretty ass chick to make the sale. He is fat and ugly but I thought that Leena could do the job!

- It'll be my pleasure, Gupta. Leena has a crush on handsome, muscular superior Indian men but she must learn that some men don't meet her high standards and she'll be expected to service them, nevertheless! More over, as she is a submissive, I should keep the most handsome men for my own needs and let her take care of the old, weak or ugly ones and of course the lowest castes men!

- You're very obliging, mistress Preeti.

- How will you want her? Indian or European clothes, formal, sexy or really wanton dress?

- I would like to surprise him. He is a Paki from an Afghan border tribe. I had an idea about Leena's most suitable outfit. . .

One week later, Gupta had come to fetch Leena. To arrive in style, he had stayed with Leena in the back of his car and Peter had driven them, wearing a chauffeur cap. When he stopped the car, he jumped out of it and opened Gupta's door. The little green grocer turned to help Leena out of the car. She really needed his help to climb out of the car. He had made her put on a garment type she had never worn in all her life. She even very rarely had seen it in the streets in England and it surely attracted attention on the street sidewalk. She had already found that her vision was terribly impaired and she really needed to be accompanied everywhere. She was wearing an Afghan Burqah, some sort of loose phantom suit with a cloth in front of her eyes for a very limited vision through the material. There was a second layer that could be added, plunging her into complete darkness and forcing her to be led in the street by her husband or a guard but Gupta had not requested her to put it on. The common Burqah are in blue color but hers was black, marking her as a Shiite woman.

Leena followed obediently Gupta to the door. He rang and the door opened in front of them. The owner was surprised and puzzled to discover that woman in such unusual outfit. He had expected to discover some fine looking whore and not a mysterious heap of drab cloth. He led them to his office.

- So this is the girl you promised me. Don't tell me you went as far as Kabul to fetch me a girl from my country! I rather prefer some hot Indian or exotic wench!

- I think you'll find her very exotic, indeed!

Gupta grabbed the burqah just on the top of Leena's head and pulled it up. He theatrically threw aside the discarded garment. Underneath, the man with them discovered Leena in all her beauty, wearing just a skimpy Egyptian belly dance outfit, with black seethrough saroual with wide slits from her ankle to her waist. The bra was even more reduced, down to a net of very small black enamel beads, just covering loosely her nipple and delineating the normal position of the bra. The rest was made with evanescent shreds of the sheerest material that outlined more than they covered the firm splendor of her bosom. She had more cloth in her filmy black silk armlets than in the rest of her outfit.

Anyone would have deemed Leena, an exotic and oh so much erotic appearance. The owner gulped when he discovered that the outfit didn't include the least material to cover the puffy lips of her crotch. She was the incarnation of the famed Houri from the Muslims' heaven. They wouldn't have to make her disrobe to fuck her completely shaven and obviously very wet cunt and the bra would be shredded into pieces the first time someone got his hand on her tits. She was ripe for the picking! The two men sighed at the view of her fabulous pendulous breasts. They, in a single movement, pulled out their cocks from their dhotis

When Leena saw the two huge cocks, her body took fire. She swooned and began to rub her very wet mound. Her other hand pinched feverishly her nipples, destroying the fragile fabric of her bra. She was no more Leena, the high society English wife of one of the most powerful CEO in England, she was just a dancing girl ready to fulfill any sexual services required by the men with magnificent phalluses surrounding her. She was now nothing more that a female in heat and could think of nothing but those two big cocks and her very wet pussy.

Their guest stroked his big cock as he watched the very beautiful and quite wanton girl frenetically rubbing her pussy before him. He was rock hard, ready to fuck her. Leena couldn't take her eyes off his ten inches cock. Slowly she moved closer to him until she stood over his body sprawled on a sofa. Leena looked him straight in the eyes as she rubbed her sopping wet cunt with her hand and massaged her big tits with the other ones, preparing herself for one of the lewdest and most exciting fuck of her life. Walking half naked in the street under her burqah had been a major turn on for her. She might consider making an habit of it even when she went to University.

Leena broke their eye contact and looked down between her heaving tits to her pussy. Slowly, Leena used both her hands to open up herself to show both men how slick, hot and juicy she was. She pushed her pelvis forward until she straddled him. Soon her wet hole hovered over his very hard and swollen cock but she didn't try to tease him any longer. A second later Leena had greedily impaled herself on his bloated shaft. It slid into her honey pot quite easily.

- Oh, Ganesh!

Leena was now shrieking and screaming. His cock had ignited an instant fiery burst of sensations that were overflowing her mind. Gupta was really using her as a whore to advance his financial projects and she loved being used that way. She would have been ready to engage in some escort girl or even call girl career. Leena's orgasm was one of the best that she had had, even in Kyrhan's arms. Her nameless guest remained rock hard deep in her cunt as she spasmed and vibrated from head to toes. He'd never seen anything so erotic. Leena didn't stop to move after her first mind blowing climax. She immediately afterwards began to frantically bounce up and down on his cock. She made grunting noises each time she impaled herself on his pole. He began to maul her big tits in his hands.

Leena pulled him to her breasts and made him suck them as she pumped up and down on his shaft. His senses went on overload as he was fucked mercilessly by the overstimulated white woman. He wondered how it was possible he had still not drained himself in her cunt. Since her encounter with Kyrhan, Leena had had very few occasions of fucking some non Hindu men aside from Peter, Dan and a few of the husbands of Kyrhan's harem girls. She had never tried a Muslim or a Jew. She would sample a few just to see whether their circumcised cock could do crazy things to her when she fucked them. A second climax was actively building up in her loins. When the man spewed his cum in her avid cunt, she climaxed with him, just a few minutes later, for the second time.

- Ganesh, it's so gooddddd! Don't even think of stopping or I kill you! You're so biggggg, I love it, arghhh!

Leena was not fully satisfied now. She pulled off his cock as soon as she had regained her senses and fell on her knees in front of him. Her thighs were coated with sticky jizzm but she just didn't care a damn. She bent down and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. The man moaned slightly as she worked hard to revive him. The room was filled with slurping noises and encouraging words from the beneficiary of Leena's attention.

- That's it, chick! Lick Mahmud's cock back to life. My balls are still full of hot milk for you! Oh you're wonderful!

Mahmud, if it was his name, was fast rising up to Leena's expectations. She was licking it from base to top before swallowing in all. That was just another gift from Kyrhan : he had patiently worked her hard to be able to deep throat his huge male dick. Mahmud was significantly shorter and more slender, no big difficulty for her. But he wasn't aware of her unusual abilities. He had placed his hands behind her head and he was pulling her in as if he tried to get deeper into her gullet. It was him who was not long enough but he didn't realize it! She was now massaging and squeezing his cock with her throat muscles and she elicited ecstasy whimpers from her partner. Mahmud had never been so pleasantly serviced by any of the many girls he had fucked in his life. Leena? She must be Indian. God! They are apparently the best cock suckers in the world. He vowed silently to fuck only Hindi girls in the future. How much would Gupta charge to have her service him once, no twice a week? Or even better, he could buy her to the little green grocer : he would be able to fuck her twice a day, maybe even more!

Mahmud's cock was now throbbing in her throat, sending flashes of exquisite pleasure anywhere in his belly and mind. Leena paused a moment licking Mahmud's swollen shaft to examine with wide eyes his large balls.

- Ooohhh, Mahmud, it looks like your balls are so swollen they are about to burst. God, I'd love to have you empty them in my belly. I can't wait to have you fill my body with your potent baby making cum. Any woman must be very proud bearing your babies!

Leena's words were a potent turn on for Mahmud. Leena seemed to really crave for his sperm. If a female, whether she is married or a pure virgin, wants it that hard, then she should be given solace immediately. That is any male's duty. Mahmud pushed back the still slurping Leena off him and laid her back on the sofa. His balls were now hurting him. He wasted no time before burying his cock to the hilt inside Leena's pussy. He began to fuck her hard and she arched her back to meet his strokes. Leena alternated rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples and delicately pressing Mahmud's balls.

- Give it to me, my stallion, my beautiful Afghan bull!! I want it as hard and fast as you can.

Each screaming word from Leena inflamed Mahmud more and more. They continued for several minutes before Mahmud tried to plunge even deeper inside her pussy. He was furiously hammering against her cervix as if he tried to force the entry. Leena encouraged him by screaming to his ear :

- Fill my womb, lover, fill me up with your rich sperm, Mahmud, breed me!

Even if the baby of the man Kyrhan had recently chosen to breed her was developing in her womb, there was no harm encouraging Mahmud and giving ideas to Gupta. A few fast strokes from Mahmud were sufficient to reach the glorious conclusion of their fucking. She climaxed a third time as she felt his final pumping thrusts. He was too excited to count the spurts of his cream that filled up Leena's womb. He remained sprawled on her body and she loved feeling his weight on her belly. They kissed passionately on the lips with their tongues intricately entwined. When they parted at last, Mahmud couldn't refrain from emitting a gratified comment :

- Never, never in my life, I felt something approaching. Such women like you are sent by God to relieve the pains of mankind! I always used women and never thanked them to have accomplished their female's duty but I must thank you. You were fantastic. Now, we can rest some time. I may find enough energy to fuck you again.

- What, are you kidding, Mahmud? I was just getting warmed up and ready for another round, a real one this time!

- Sorry but I'll need to recover somewhat. What about calling for reinforcements? Gupta, help yourself and if our dear Leena is still begging for more, call for Selim! He is my secretary and body guard. He is as big as a tower and hung like a horse stallion!

Gupta was used to fucking Leena but it was an opportunity to have her gangbanged. Certainly Mahmud would be revived watching Leena being double teamed and he would join the fun! In such a big house, he may have other male staff on hand. Presenting them the cuckolded husband would be a major attraction! Mahmud seemed really hooked : he would certainly bid for having Leena at his disposal regularly and maybe offer to buy her definitively. Gupta was ready to agree with the provision Leena would be servicing him once or twice a month. Peter would have no more access to his wife although she would live just six miles from his home : even better than his first idea of castrating him! Gupta would never give him her address or phone number, just to prevent any crazy ideas of retrieving his wife!

Gupta called for Selim who was waiting in the adjacent room. He informed the body guard of the orders of his master. Mahmud confirmed them and left. Selim was sturdier than Kyrhan himself. If his cock was in proportion to his body, Leena was in for a non negligible stretching!

The two men turned toward their unsuspecting victim. They fucked her one after the other for two hours. Then Mahmud joined in the fun. Leena was finally dropped in front of her home by Gupta around 06AM. Peter was mad with anguish. He had returned home on foot, letting the car to Gupta. He had feared that Gupta had kidnapped her, kept her for his pleasure or sold her in some far away country.
She was nude under her burqah now. Her dancing girl outfit lay, shredded under Mahmud's bed, helplessly stained by thick semen. Mahmud wasn't a fine gentleman but a brutish male who accepted no rule but his own or of someone more fiendish than himself. Peter was no match for him on that level. Leena told them he had haggled with Gupta for an hour over her future services to him. Gupta wanted to sell completely Leena to the Paki, keeping just for him the possibility of fucking her once or twice a week. That had been vetoed by Mahmud who wanted Leena either once or twice a week or totally his with no provisions, no contact at all with her English husband or her greengrocer. Mahmud told him he intended to fly her to Karachi and have her cloistered in his home in Waziristan, closely guarded by fellow savage tribesmen. Mahmud was infuriated when their discussion ended with no agreement at all. Gupta seemed less sad as he was keeping Leena, even if he had not been able to take Peter out of the game.

Peter and Preeti helped Leena into the shower. She was too exhausted to clean herself of the encrusted cum covering her from head to toe. Peter prepared her a scented bath while Preeti massaged her friend with lavender essential oil to release her stress and calm her. When she was able to talk at last, she narrated them what Mahmud then Gupta and Selim had done to her and their discussion about her eventual purchase by Mahmud.

- When he told Gupta that he intended to put me in his harem, somewhere in Pakistan, I already imagined myself waiting there for his visits, making my best to pleasure him, hoping as the ultimate reward that he would allow me to go to Peshawar or even Rawalpindi under my concealing Burqah. It made me very hot. Peter, could you wear Paki clothes and walk with me in my burqah in the streets of Birmingham or London, as if you were guarding or surveying me?

- My pleasure, luv! But just a provision : I organize for a charity a fancy dress ball, next month! I want you to attend in the same outfit you wore with Mahmud : a skimpy bellydancer costume covered with a burqah. You'll shed it at midnight when the guests take off their masks and appear in all your beauty in front of our guests.

- Will there not be some gossips afterward, having your wife half naked in front of five hundred high society scions?

- It will be some sort of a coming out. Afterward, I think that a few circles will be closed to you, the most prudish and boring but other ones, much more interesting, will open to you.

- But your board?

- No problem, after having seen you in your belly dance costumes, I expect to receive a hundred proposals for other fancy dress balls for you and me. It could be a boost for my company.

- Shall I wear the same outfit?

- No, Preeti. You'll be as usual some haughty, upper caste Indian woman in some extraordinary saree. Most of my board members will have a hard on just watching you dance with me and will pester me for being allowed just one dance with you. They won't have the guts to dance with a belly dancer, even she is the wife of their CEO but their aides will vie for a dance with her. Many of them will think that I came with my wife and my mistress and they will be right on target! That'll just improve my reputation!

- You seem not to have the same reputation with Gupta!

- Sure : since I've married my more than pretty Leena, I have in my circle of friends the reputation of a domineering womanizer, someone loving to be surrounded by beautiful women. It can be boring. That's why I developed my submissive tendencies and Gupta helps me a lot there.

- OK, let Leena rest a little. Will you be ready for some more submissive action, this afternoon?

- For sure, Preeti!

After lunch, Leena announced that she was ready for anything Preeti could ask from her.

- OK, slut, I want you on your four, stark naked on the table in the lobby. Fetch me the camcorder and a flogger.

Peter was uncertain whether he would be allowed to have a role there or whether he was to be just a spectator. Preeti quickly organized the scene.

- Leena, lower your shoulders : your nipples should graze the table, lift your head, try to look forward without glancing sidewise. This scarf will be an efficient blindfold. Peter, use the flogger on her back and buttocks while I change in my bedroom. Two strikes per minute and she must be marked each time! I'll count the weals and I'll give you ten of my own for those missing to leave a mark.

- Aye aye, mistress!

When Preeti came back, she was wearing a body fitting black leather camisole, delineating her sumptuous bosom. She was also wearing black thigh high boots with very high heels, a complete outfit for a dominatrix! She was carrying a long braided whip on her right hand and another item that drew frightened gasps from Leena.

It was a strap on dildo, a big one she had already attached to her lower belly. The dildo was jutting out obscenely. It dangled as she walked in a rather realistic way. It was as black as night.

- It has been molded on Kyrhan's cock just after he had taken a Viagra pill and just before he fucked Kira. He had abstained for a week. So his cock was even longer and larger than usual. He had to lubricate Kira's cunt and ass and he had to fight a long time to enter her. I'll have been appointed by our common Master the privilege of fucking you with that mammoth cock. Peter, prepare your wife if you don't want her to be split open by this marvelous joy toy!

- Mistress, what am I to do exactly?

- Stupid ass hole! As if you had never prepared your wife to be fucked by other men's big cocks!

Peter had to lick his wife's cunt and ass but stop just before making her cum. Her cunt and ass hole were gaping open then. He spattered butter and cold cream on and in her holes, pushing it inside with his fingers. Then he was told to cover Preeti's ebony cock with his saliva. His jaws were aching, for being so widely opened. He had to take as much of it as he could in his mouth. When he had finished his job, he was to announce it loud. Preeti rammed on this signal his pretty wife's fragile cunt with her monster black cock.

Preeti fucked her friend as hard as she could until Leena cummed with pitiful sobs. Then, Preeti took off her cock from Leena's cunt and shoved it into Peter's mouth. When he was through with it, she presented the tip of her cock to Leena's ass. When Leena had finally cummed a second time, Preeti gave Peter her cock to clean. She ordered him to call for his butler. She told him to fuck Leena in front of her husband as hard as he could. He gave his boss a contemptuous grin and made his best to make her scream as ordered.

He sat down on the bed and grabbed her. He positioned her so that she was turning her back to him and bent forward. He entered her from behind and started immediately pumping his hips up and down. Peter could hear his thighs whacking her buttocks with a liquid noise and her screams of ecstasy. Her breasts were wobbling and bouncing freely. He cupped them with his hands. He squeezed them as if he was trying to milk her. After a few minutes, he freed her right breast and started fingering her asshole. Peter could see everything, her cunt going up and down on his erect cock and her face beaming with pleasure. She turned her face to him, he bent forward and kissed her mouth fiercely. He was openly pushing his tongue into her mouth.

He stopped and shifted position again. He put her on all fours and quickly jumped behind her. He began fucking her doggie style, holding her hips and slamming his hips back and forth at her buttocks. Leena was moaning loudly, encouraging to fuck her harder. Her tits were jiggling and bouncing wildly. It must have been painful but she wasn't asking him to stop, on the contrary.

- Fuck me, yes. . . fuck me harder, give it to me, Ganesh, It's so good to have a real man fucking you. . . That feels so good, fuck me harder, come on, spew your cum inside me. I feel as if your cock is reaching my throat.

At one time, the butler's eyes came to Peter's figure. He seemed to slow down his moves. Leena scolded him :

- Don't stop, ass hole, don't mind that wimp, ignore him! He has never been able to satisfy me! Show him how a real man gives pleasure to a woman!

- Yes you must be right : a real man would have killed us or himself and at least would have left not to see us fucking on his marital bed. Only an inferior white man could watch his wife fucked by a superior Indian man! Watch, cuckold, your whore wife is begging your superior to fuck her

Leena ordered Peter to take a seat on a stool as chairs and armchairs were meant for real men and women and watch them closely.

- Try to learn something of it, scum.

Peter obeyed meekly and that seemed to inflame the butler's senses. He started humping more brutally Leena. Judging by her screams of bliss, she wasn't adverse to taking it this rough. Therefore, Peter wasn't overmuch surprised when she begged her butler to fuck her in the ass. She told him there was a tube of KY jelly in the night stand. He sneered :

- Why are you keeping this jelly here? Don't tell me you fuck his ass with a dildo!

The butler covered his cock with the jelly and he started buggering Leena right in front of her husband's eyes. It was the most erotic sight to watch that big dark cock entering slowly his wife's white ass. He could see that incredible look of ecstasy on her face. Peter thought that she was doing an incredible job, clenching desperately her sphincter on his cock and giving way slowly. She had been reamed so often by Kyrhan that he could have entered her straight forward with Leena barely noticing it. He had the impression he was entering her nice and easy. Her ass seemed to be the tightest sheath for him, as if she had been molded to fit him.

The butler went in all the way, fucked her still so slowly in the ass for several minutes. Peter could follow from her moans how much she was enjoying it. She cummed marvelously and begged him to cum in her mouth. He pulled out of her ass and pushed his cock between her lips and he fucked her face untill he came aplenty and noisily. He sputtered a heavy load and she drank it all, smiling proudly as she cleaned his cock with her tongue.

Peter stood up. The butler looked questioningly to him. Leena opened her thighs invitingly.

- Don't be unquiet! He just wants to clean me up. Go on, cuckold, lick up your servant's cum from your wife's cunt!

Peter bent forward at once and the butler watched him doing his office. He sat up in bed, laughing at Peter while massaging his cock, trying to make it hard again for another round.

When Peter had licked it all, Leena made him swallow it all and present his open mouth for their inspection. Leena told her husband to go down to the kitchen and prepare them refreshments and toasts with orange marmalade as they were ravenously hungry. It was a convenient way to gain some intimacy. Preeti left them cuddling in bed, fondling one another as any couple of lovers in the world do. When Peter came back with Preeti, Leena was sucking his cock. They had their collation and told Peter to clear up.

He just fucked her one more time before taking a shower with her. That was the beginning of another round of kinky actions I may tell you another time. Peter lost that night a large part of his prestige in front of his butler who resigned shortly after.

That was a side objective for Preeti who had always been worried about the relations between Gupta and Peter's butler.