“I'd thought she'd want to be there.”“She does. She wants to walk in behind the slaves,” groaned Lucy as I plunged in again, her voice rising ...n pitch. “She wants you to walk in with her, my heart! To witness.”I pulled the flogger away from her flesh, pumping away now, my breast jiggling before me. My clit ached every time I thrust into her pussy, the pleasure rippling through me. I drank it in as I cocked back my arm.And cracked the flogger about her back.She gasped, her shoulders writhing,. Pretty soon I began to get the first signals, telling me that my resistance was failing, somewhat earlier than I had hoped for, but probably a combination of the fact that it was lovely Karen that was riding me and the alcohol. In order to try and get her off tooI moved my hand to her crotch and let two fingers stimulate her clit, as she rode. It was a good move, she moaned loudly, shivered, and began to ride even faster.I got a bit desperate, I couldn't hold it back for much longer, even. She was the complete opposite of me. Her dress was inching up her thighs as she spread her legs more for me. Giving me full access to what she knew I wanted. She was soaked. Her eyes were locked on my fingers. The priest in the background did not even exist for us. We had the Confessional to ourselves, and we made the most of it. I stood up in front of her sitting position and kissed her again. Her soft, pink lips were hungrily meeting mine as our tongues entangled and she arched her body into. She was reluctant at first as she was married and if anyone would see her. I spoke to her for few days and she was convinced.When we met I told her that I can understand her situation that she was married and the risk involved coming out with me. Believe me guys I am very careful when I’m out with a married lady because we as guys may not understand what she might be going thru at that time. We can never imagine that feeling. We went out of Bangalore on the nice road alone and her son was at.