"Did I not mention we were not going out tonight? Yes? So why would I need a bag? We will make love until we are exhausted and sometime tomorrow, I wi...l sneak home, get my bag and come back before you even know I am gone," she said, undoing the buttons of my shirt, her coat already on the back of the chair.I ran my fingers up her sides, lightly tickling her ribs and causing her to squirm and turn her head into my chest. "What if I said we were going out tonight and what you have on is not. I felt incredibly powerful. I wasn’t sadistic with my new toy but I enjoyed playing with the settings and watching the affect it had on them both. Their facial expressions, body movements, sudden jerks of their body and the fact they were both secreting their juices simply because I chose to give them pleasure or abruptly take it away was magnificent. I could also express my wrath with a single sharp zap or leave it on to let them know I was displeased.When we entered the Food Court, my dad. Do you want to touch them ?”. I said yes and she said –“but you must promise never to speak about this to anybody including your parents. This must be a secret only between you and aunty, ok ?”. I promised and hesitantly touched her breast and found it soft and smooth, firm and very nice to touch. I started caressing it, squeezing it and pinching her nipples. She said –“Vicky, you are doing it like an expert that’s good, follow your instincts and do what you feel like”.I asked –“aunty can I. I decided to stay there and have a drink; knowing all those black bastards were going to use my sensual wife’s cunt again and again.I enjoyed some drinks and then I went upstairs to that bedroom. The black guys were not using the comfortable king size bed in the middle of the room. They were fucking my sweet wife in all positions: against the walls, against a wardrobe, against the window, but none of them wanted to lay my sexy Ana onto the bed…They used Ana’s cunt for about a couple hours.All.