"I like to be called Tina," she said."Boys," he called out to the group dismounting. "This is Tina. She isin my care, tonight and for as long as she...wishes."They seemed to nod. It was as if he had said these words, or somethingsimilar, on more than one occasion. He needed to assert his rights andensure her protection. If he did not she would be theirs once he hadfinished with her. By saying what he had, she was his and his alone.She said nothing. She felt safe. She was. Iggy could. She gave a sigh of satisfaction that her gentle administrations had resulted so quickly in bringing his magnificent cock to such a state. She dipped her head once more and as she continued to lick the shiny knob it began to exude the nectar of pre-cum she so loved to taste. She parted her lips wider and with no hesitation pushed down and took him completely into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. He groaned his approval as she began to swirl her tongue under the bulbous ridge. With her hand. My husband is from a small town who runs a large business in Noida. I will not mention the exact location. I got married in 2014.Every year we visit my husband’s home two times. I don’t wear Indian saree, blouse in Noida. But in his home, I have to adjust to traditional Indian housewife dress. His family is the richest family in the area.The incident happened this year when we visited his home. I was getting bored. I told the family driver to take me to some good places nearby. My father-in-law. I will break the sad news to her after she has given birth.” Patrick looked at me with some concern. “You understand why I have kept the news from her?”I nodded, and congratulated him and Matilde. They would make excellent parents, and I was happy for the pair of them. I tried, and failed, not to think of Caroline and my unborn child.I spent the rest of the day shopping for gifts for family and friends in Grantham, as well as for extra clothing and equipment for myself.Thus I had too much.