So, I got out and, after the tub had drained, scrubbed it thoroughly with dish washing detergent to get the oil off the surface. Then I took a quick shower and washed my hair. Luckily, I keep it fairly short, so all I had to do was dry it and let it hang around my face. After making sure that the bathroom was completely clean, I threw on one of my t-shirt style nightshirts and went back into the kitchen to fix supper. By the time supper was ready, the girls were all up. Dianne and the twins had showered. Margi was still looking a bit scruffy, but Shelly looked marvelous. She must have showered first because her hair was already perfect and she had her makeup on and a new coat of deep red, almost Bhabhi black, polish on her fingers and toes. Dianne somehow manages to make it look almost like she isn’t wearing makeup, except for the bright red lipstick that accentuates her lips and makes her mouth look bigger and more inviting. Supper was more or less normal except that everyone kept making me get up to get them something. Dianne needed a new spoon. The bengali twins each wanted another glass of water. Margarita had me reheat the dinner rolls. And Shelly... Shelly didn’t want anything. She just said, “Precious, would you mind standing up for us again so I can see the sun shining through that thin nightshirt?” I immediately turned all red, but for some reason stood up and faced her, knowing that I was standing in front of the window and the almost-setting sun was shining directly on me– or through me if you count the nightshirt. She held her hand up with the index finger pointed straight up in the air and twirled it slightly. In response, I turned slowly around. “Let us see how smooth india you are.” Shelly said sternly and I automatically lifted the nightshirt up so my bald pussy was clearly visible. “You take orders so well, Precious,” she said. “You will make me proud tonight.” I started to say, “Thank you,” but one of the twins exclaimed, “Look at her! She’s gushing! This turns her on!” I turned beet red, but Shelly just smiled and said, “That’s why I call her ‘Precious’” She then made a motion with her hands indicating that I should lower the nightshirt and sit down. I couldn’t face any of them for the rest of the meal and was really thankful that no one else asked me to stand up and get something for them. I was sure that the back of my nightshirt was indian one giant wet spot. Around nine o’clock, Dianne announced that it was almost time to leave. Shelly had told me not to dress after my desi bath because she would be giving me something to wear, but hadn’t given me anything yet, so I was still in the homemade night shirt. “We’ve all been really good, right?” Finally he shows how it all came down to them being in this hotel room and how he was gonna share his wife with this big black guy. Ugh, such a drama queen. “Getting turned on?” Monica asked slyly. Alex would make indian her views known to Master Bhabhi later. His cock was gripped in velvet, compelling him to hold her firm as she pulled away. When she goes to the Throne bengali room, I wipe her front and rear. She squeals with his first firm strike to her ass. Problem was just india that she knew her father Peter had went to bed early because he started work early tomorrow and she did not want wake him up. This kind of made them nervous and they got desi a bit quiet. Part of Joan-e’s rules were that they had to remove their pants, dresses or whatever so that she lay over their naked legs. I want to be gone from the house before you get back. In the Guest bedroom So, with some trepidation I began homemade to lick the now sticky brown residue from her tummy while moving closer and closer to the field of hair.