“Now,” he said, “as much as I’d like to watch the entire show, I know that won’t work, so I want to watch your face as you tell me exactly w...at you’re doing. In very explicit detail. Am I clear, Kitten?”“Yes Sir,” she replied.“Good girl. If it’s easier you can tell me what you remember from the dream to start.”“I was on top, in reverse cowgirl. My hands were cupping my breasts, while my thumb and forefinger tugged at my diamond hard nipples. Your cock was buried inside my soaking wet pussy and. Still, I would never have dared to expose my secret life to myfamily had it not been for the events that evening. When Ifinally crawled off the freeway and made it through the door, Iwas greeted with "You're late" from the wife, who didn't botherto look up from her magazine. She was spread out on the livingroom sofa, cuddled up next to a bag of Doritos in her bulgingstretch pants."Traffic was terrible." Well, it's too late for you to expect me to cook dinner."Newsflash! When was the last time. And my mother accepted and gave permission for me. She took me to her home and asked me to sit in her bedroom as she is will be coming after a bath. She came out in a red color saree in which she was looking extremely hot. After that she came to me and asked me why I was reading such sex books. I didn’t say anything in return. She slapped me and said you have to be punished severely so that you will not repeat this mistake. She ordered me to remove my uniform dress. I was shocked to hear that.. ?I’ve been wet all day, waiting for you. On the bus, thinking about your cock. Craving it. So, fuck me.?He bucked his hips, feeling the slickness on the head of his cock, the tight curls on her labia. It was a natural trick of anatomy that, rubbed together, things fit. Inexorably, all the wriggling, their struggling and then he fingers seeking the painful places on his body where he could be hurt worked to couple them together.Inside her, his cock made itself a space, nestled up so the hardness.