Mummy ko gussa aya wo boli harami nikal ja yaha se,tabhi wo bola soch lo mai apko 500rs. Dunga ek night ke isse apko paisa milega aur sonu ka admision...b hoga mummy bdi pareshan ho gyi aur majburi me unhone ha krdi,jaise hi mummy ha boli wo seedha apna shirt pant nikal diya,Aur mummy ko bed pe utha k le gya mummy bilkul naraj thi par majburi ke karan kuch na bol sakgPhir usne unko bed par lita diya aur mummy k ball daba rha tha aur bola shobha meri jaan aaj to pure paise wasul karunga,aur mummy. Opening up, he spread his legs slightly. A welcoming gesture I suppose. I got up out of the seat and undid his belt buckle, then the button, zipping down the crotch to his pants. I really love crotch-watching men especially in dress pants or in perfectly fitting pair of khakis like he had on. But to be touching him was out of this world ridiculous. I could see his massive bulge having difficulty staying in his pants. His cock pitched a massive tent like I'd never seen. I soon slowly pulled. I was moody and distant and my husband had become curious and then suspicious. Was I seeing another man? Was I having an affair with someone at the bar? Denying the man was easy. I told him I was stressed with the extra hours with one of the bartenders being away. Every time I said it, my heart beat harder. A picture of Jade’s lovely face between my legs would flash in front of me and I’d be lost in thought again. What was driving me crazy was that she was offering me no more attention. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I looked up at her and said, "I understand what you're saying, and I support you with all my heart. But you and I both know what it means for us."Jenny nodded through her tears. She knew I would not have a relationship not founded in D/s. I reached out and pulled her onto my lap, where she sat, crying into my neck as I tried to keep my own eyes clear of the smoke that had somehow found its way into them.We didn't split up right away. In fact, it was the best.