The thing I haven't shared with him, although it wouldn't surprise me if he had guessed, is the way I fantasise that he's a stranger when he ties me f...ce down or kneeling on the bed. It's not that I want to sleep around – I love Kevin and I want to be monogamous. I think about my pussy, open and wet and fully exposed where I can't see so that anybody (well, anybody walking through our bedroom) could take advantage and I would be helpless to stop them. In my fantasies my assailant is completely. After that night I was so afraid that, I couldn’t talk to her looking in her eyes, she used to notice my hesitation and asked me what’s the matter, I told her nothing. The episode happened on the last day of my stay in her house, my mausi’s house has two washroom’s one in her bedroom and the other one in the next room.As my morning routine, I went to the washroom to masturbate, to my luck I don’t know I forgot to lock the washroom, I sat on the seat and just was looking for a porno on my phone. He could discern the attractive pattern of a lace bra surrounding the soft flesh and squeezed his balls, fantasising how they'd feel in his hands, his mouth, around his swollen cock. Soft blonde curls danced beside the smooth curve of her neck as she looked down, searching through a brown leather hand bag for her ticket, prepared for the ticket collector who wandered through momentarily with practised ease, rocking with the motion of the train that sped them on their way. Jimmy took the. “Oh, like that TV show Three’s Company,” my receptionist Renata said.“Yes,” Lily replied. “Except there’s sex.”Carla Fiske elbowed her husband and whispered, “I told you so.” He just shook his head.Emily, of course, was the star of the show until about nine when her little eyelids drooped and she fell asleep in Gordon’s arms. He brought her to me and practically dropped her in my lap.“I don’t know what to do now,” he said in a panic. “Please just don’t make any comments about how natural it.