Ye meri real story hai. jo ki 2 mahine pehle hui thee.mere or meri choti behan ke husband ke bich. by the way m paramjit kaur n m of 33 yrs.or mein lu...hiana se hun.mein shadi shuda hun meri ik 8 saal ki beti hai.or meri shaddi kolkatta mein hui hai. mere husband ka transport ka bohout bada business hai.if i talk about my husband he is littte healthy but i love him. i never thought about other man in my life except my hubby. a family of my younger sister lives in canada.they also hav property. I did have boots and black, elbow length latex gloveson. A cheap latex zip-up corset was tightly enclosedaround my waist, ending just below my breasts, leavingthem on show for the whole world, or the invitees tothis party at any rate, to see. And of course I wore atight black leather collar with a d-ring attachedaround my throat. Mistress Cassandra had told me that we were going to aswinger’s party some weeks ago but I wasn’t exactlysure what the whole deal was. A slavecunt’s. Like her daughter Dorothy was also a tall assertive woman with if anything an even bigger breasts then Mel.Although I was ashamed to admit the thought of both women humiliating me at their pleasure turned me on like never before.The plan was simple I was to be dressed in women?s underwear masturbating on our sofa when Dorothy would make one of her daily calls.The humiliation and indignity id suffer being caught in such an act would be out of this world.What would Dorothy say, I couldn?t even. As she did this I noticed that her clit hood was actually located well deep inside her labia. But spreading her labia wide it was out in the open and the hood drew back of it’s own accord. There was a pink dome like clit just sat there, all exposed, begging to be touched. But knowing how sensitive they can be I formed a ball of spittle and dropped it, surrounding it. Now it looked like a Smartie, and as we all know Smarties are for eating so I leant forward and kissed it.Should I have.