Mm, master… she moaned, letting her head fall back.He is now an incredibly-horny, 18-year-old boy with no socially-acceptable outlets for his super-strong, wife pent-up sexuality.She tried on dozens of outfits before finding one that suited her needs.Fuck!I didnt want to admit to any of them bevause i dont want to be seen as a weird husband.I just ran into him while shopping for some groceries for old my host family.A moment later she granny felt the cold wood of the hairbrush touch against her, patting twice mature against her buttock.Um, yes he’s here but busy at the moment.A mom few times I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy.They had brought beer and pot, Rita you want a bone ? she giggled yes but let’s relax first . The guys all laughed as he handed each girl a joint. Ishaan indicated these were dignitaries from the surrounding region, business associates of his, and his family members who were also involved in his business affairs in one way or another.Seated on lower steps from him and his wives were five other women. These did not have the comfort of wife cushions but sat on the hard-stone steps. These women were also of mixed ages and were dressed like granny me, their darker skin showing even more starkly through the sheer layers of the saree material. These were mom his concubines and it was interesting to me that they existed in common space with the wives, yet clearly degraded by their dress and where they sat relative to him and the wives. I found Aashi in the mix and saw she was the youngest among them.Mr. Chowdhury greeted everyone in a loud and commanding voice from his seat of power. It was apparent by his attitude and the relaxed nature of the other people that this sort of the thing has occurred before.Ishaan quietly reminded me to follow his lead and attitude. Proper decorum and the appearance of respect was important in placating his ego and achieving our goal. I followed Ishaan into the center of the courtyard while maintaining a discrete step behind him to the side. We stopped directly in front of the rug spread on the ground in front of the man.Even though Mr. Chowdhury spoke very good British English, he would refuse to in this situation. Ishaan stood alongside me and translated. At some point, he would retreat to rejoin Mary as an observer.Mr. old Chowdhury explained to his guests that ‘these Americans’ have come wanting to be partners in his important project that will bring improved living conditions and growth to the region. Like any man of power, he made it sound as if it would be mature through his singular effort of will that would allow it to be realized. I already didn’t like the man and his egocentric attitude and sneering appearance reinforced it.