I went next to her ear and whispered ‘I’m going to make you cum and cum and cum, not for you but because it turns me on to see someone as sexy as ...ou cumming for me. As you’re gagged you need to point with your left index finger if you want me to stop, I can stop anytime from that finger’.Her eyes smiled, I stroked her face, and flowing black hair, savouring how I was going to use * as my orgasm slave, thoughts of my wife far from my mind. I lifted her amazing tits out of the nightie, my hands. Aaahhhh!’ He was holding her hips as he kept himself deep inside. His cum shot into her time and again. Passed her cervix into her womb. Over and over he roared his passion. His cum coursed through her into her. She yielded utterly. ‘Take me. Make me what you will. I am yours.’ ***** Martin wasn’t a vain man. He knew he was nothing special to look at. He had that flabby and skinny physique of those that don’t enjoy exercise, his shoulders were marginally narrower than his waste band and he was. Later she wake me up at 11 while getting ready to go to school to feed her daughters for lunch. She told me freshen up I’ll be back at 12:30 we are going out.I was waiting for her and she came back …. we went to a restaurant had lunch and later for shopping where she selected cloths of my choice.. she told me that she always wanted to shop, go out with her husband, atleast once in a month. “He is a busy man” I replied. “So tell me sanju, will you take me out if am your wife?” she questioned. I. She ran to me and hugged me, crying hysterically on my shoulder. As she was crying, I was running my mind a million miles an hour trying to figure out why she was so upset. The only thing I could thing of was that something had happened that she couldn't handle for some reason, like maybe she had been touched or something so horrible I didn't want to think about it. I felt the rage starting up and knew if it was that, that I would kill someone and suffer the consequences after I had exacted my.