He pressed his fingers inside and my head lolled to the side. I kept my arms out, pressed my chest toward him. “Whose pussy is this?” he asked me....“It is yours, Master,” I said in a daze. “If it is mine, why did you think you could keep it from me? I wanted it this afternoon, but it wasn’t here when you told me you would bring it home. I think you need a reminder that it DOES belong to me. “ I shivered both with arousal and with trepidation. My pussy swelled and tightened around his fingers. “I. My wife never did find out that I was sucking his cock, sometmes I would give him a blow job in the garage and other times, when she went to sleep. Somehow, he always seem to be able to fuck her too, as well as let me suck him off. He told me, he loved the way I sucked him off.Then I found out about craig's list and casual encounters. I was surprised how many married men were wanting to suck cocks and be sucked. Most of them had wifes who didn't want to have sex anymore, or didn't like to suck. When I shut the door after the last guest left, I spun on my heel and hissed at Ron, completely ignoring the hem of my skirt. “What the fuck did you tell them? Everybody knows!”For a moment, he actually looked like he felt guilty. “I was asked about you by one of the clients. I made the mistake of confiding in him. I sealed the deal with him, but yeah, the word is out.” He shook his head slowly.Before it was I knew what I was doing, my blood boiled over, and I swung my palm upwards to slap him.. Janaki kissed her father as she rose on her toes. Ganga leaving her breasts for a while pulled on her petticoat gathering it in his hands to push it above her magnificent hips and held them in his huge calloused hands squeezing them with power that transmitted to his daughter and she soon was breathing hard. Ganga fumbled for the cord tying his daughter's petticoat and undid the flower pattern knot with consummate ease. Janaki felt her petticoat slid over her marvelous ass and her thunder.