A hand job

Everybody looks expectantly at Anita and the Indian teenager suddenly looks sheepish, as if she has said too much and wasn’t actually expecting to have to deliver on her offer.

“Go on then,” says Melanie, giving your arse one last slap. “John’s waiting for you.”

“Erm okay,” Anita replies, not quite so vampishly. She crosses over to you and begins to tenderly stroke your backside with her finger tips.

“Does that feel good?” he Indian girl asks seductively.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t. Your arse feels like its on fire and what she is doing just makes it worse and you tell her so.

“Oh…” she responds. “Well, what about this then?” And with that the exotic-looking nineteen year old cups your balls and begins to stroke your hard cock, which became embarrassingly stiff whilst Melanie was spanking you.

Anita’s new plan works much better and you start to forget about the pain in your backside as she continues to massage your manhood. At one point the young Indian looks nervously at your wife, but she doesn’t seem to mind (probably figuring that what’s good for the gander…). She also looks towards Mark, but he has a proud ‘that’s my girl’ look on his face. He is clearly just pleased that his girlfriend is a hit with his work mates.

Dan looks on with happy memories of the feel of the teenager’s fingers on his cock.

“Well, better stop there,” says Anita at length, when she feels she has done enough to satisfy her honour. “Don’t want you getting over excited.”

She sits down and you reluctantly pull up your trousers.

Melanie spins the bottle again.