Usually she covers herself very conservatively, never to reveal her body, that night since she was alone and about to go to bed, she was a bit casual ...ith her dress, and as I walked in, she tried to cover her blouse with her saree properly and was bit surprised and shy on seeing me late night. That was my first time I saw the shape of her tits, they were C+ or D cups but firmly in shape but with the jiggle, poping out of her blouse at least quarter of them, shaking as she covered them with her. “Yes, of course, Mrs Hotter.”“Hold this!” she said, handing me the magazine she had open, along with the paper bag with the remainder of the magazines.I took them from her, still not understanding quite where she was going with all this. She glanced at the wing mirrors, then craned her neck like a spy on a mission, but we were parked up against one of the far walls, and it was only if someone came to collect the cars parked on either side of us that anybody might see. Then she began to unbutton. Her eyes closing shut her head sinking forward, and then disoriented she would jerk her head up again, open her eyes and look around quite dazed for a moment before she started to sink forward again. She yawned out loud. ‘I’m sorry.’ She mumbled politely. ‘I’m so tired all of a sudden.’ ‘That’s what you get from drinking all that sleep medication.’ He said. She put her elbow on the table and rested her hand in her head. ‘O yeah.’ She said. ‘That must be it.’ Her eyes were falling. My sweet wife looked almost sober. She kissed deeply both guys and I approached her, asking where she had been during the last hour. Anita kissed me and laughed.Later, during the drive back home, we did not speak.I helped her going upstairs to our bedroom and stripped her naked. I could notice bruises, scratches and love bites all over her body…Ana rolled onto her belly and she looked to be passed out.But the bitch screamed out loud when I pushed my raging hard cock up her abused asshole. Ana.