I wanted to smell his stench. He called me up at 5 in the morning. He was about to be there.I took my car and went to the station. I don’t know what...was more wet, Bangalore road due to the drizzle or my pussy from the expectation and excitement! Thoughts were racing inside my mind.We finally met at the railway station and hugged each other like any other normal couple. I looked around and thought what we were about to do was crazy. The secret we shared, I felt like I was in a spy movie, meeting. But what I found that he came towards my breast and started playing with my nipples and at that very moment I let out a very small moan in my breath. I was feeling very strange that why am I feeling good about it I am getting ****d. My inner nymphomaniac and desiring woman woke up and I caught his hair and pulled his head off from my pussy.He looked at me and started to play with my nipples and areola again and took one hand towards my pussy and roamed around it. He started to blow air on my. "Over apologetic, he thought, a sure sign of poor self esteem. "Nonsense," he smiled warmly, "but I would like to suggest a mutual reconciliation. Would you care to join me for a cup of coffee. There's a delightful little sidewalk cafe just down the street." Oh, I don't..." Ah, ah, ah, don't be hasty. It isn't every day that a man my age is presented with the opportunity to share a cup of coffee with an intelligent and beautiful woman." Intelligent?" she replied, amused."My dear, I am not. Maybe just for tonight, but as far as everyone else knows, tonight you are his, and everything that you do reflects on him!"Whoa! When I agreed to come tonight, I was happy to be going out to a party, eager to see Jeff out with Rachel. But if I knew that I would be in a skin tight cat suit, with a plug up my as and balls in my pussy, compelled to follow all of Jeff's orders, I might have rethought that decision!Then again, I might not have. I've heard Rachel say it over and over, and I have to.
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