”“Yeah…right! I’m an old married woman. Besides, what’s wrong with him?””You may be married, but you’re hardly old. You can’t be ...ore than thirty-five. But that’s not the problem. The problem is him and the thousands like him. He’s the kind that would bang you hard, cum quickly, and walk away leaving you frustrated. He has no idea how to treat a woman.”“And, you would know that…how?”I raised my eyebrows for emphasis. “I’m a guy…been there, done that…too many times. You’d need to find. Insides and outsides, crotch and bum. God, it was wonderful to push my hand tight against the wet gusset of her panties, a wetness I still had no idea about. By then she had hitched up the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband and I was treated not only to the feel, but also the sight and smell of her legs and hips. Suddenly she stepped back a little."This feels great, Paul. Would it be OK if I touched your legs as well?" Yes, of course, Mrs. Jo... Helen. I'd love that." I made. He looked around at the watching crowd and said, "now do you really want to see Heidi's ass dance?"My cock was tenting my pants as he held back for a moment more before giving her a more forceful whack across her cheeks. From my viewpoint I could see that her pussy was beginning to dribble and with each subsequent blow it was clear she was becoming more and more aroused. She seemed to be totally oblivious of her situation as she hung her head with her eyes closed but each touch of the paddle. Kalyani said that from one of her other colleague she came to know about that and started telling their story.Actually, Imran used to work in some other company and Imran’s wife Fatima and Neelima are best friends from childhood. They used to share things and discuss everything without any secret. Imran also knows about their friendship and he never stops Fatima about that and Neelima used to visit Fatima’s place almost every weekend.Imran also loves his wife Fatima so much that he cannot leave.