”“Par beta main tumhari ma hu, main nahi chahti ki tum mujhe ye karte hue dekho. Ye accha nahi hai beta,” ma samjhate hue boli.“Par ma aap ne ...i kaha tha ki ye karte waqt aap meri ma nahi dost ho. To aap bhi ye hi samjho aur main bhi ye hi samjhunga. Isse experience kafi alag hoga,” main jidd karte hue bola.Thoda sochne ke baad, ma iske liye maan gayi. “Agar isse tumhe aacha lagta hai to thik hai.” Ma dheere se boli.Aaj bhi wahi sab hua jo kal hua tha. Par aaj ki baat hi kuch aur thi. Apne ma. Always in the dark, no foreplay, no me seeing her naked.I was coming home a day early from a month long deployment with the high hopes that we would celebrate my early return by polishing off a few bottles of wine, and just maybe she would get a little drunk and she would be interested in getting laid. As I pulled up to the Housing area I was thinking about some of the changes in my wife's behavior just before I left. She had started wearing tighter and shorter skirts, started having a few. It felt so good because they sucked it so softly and stroked it with gentleness. I heard a different voice say, "Relax. Let us make you feel much better. Do you see how good it feels?" The blonde was the one talking, because of her eye contact.As I lay there having my cock sucked, I didn't realize that my clock had moved forward 2 hours. It was now 12:45 Midnight!The brunette was on top of me, pumping away at my errection. She made these moaning sounds, but again, no mouth movement. The voice. He stroked her hair all the time until her tears dried out and her breathing evened."I deserve everything I get," Lila concluded.Manu got up."Is it time?" she asked."Will you let me help? Please," she added.She followed him into another room, a storage room. There was an iron brazier filled with coals; it was on a stand with wheels, hooked up to a propane bottle. She pulled it into the torture room; opening the gas, she lit the flames."The gas attachment makes it much easier to get the coals.