We have always had regular sex up till about that time, you know...missionary, her on top, maybe an occasional doggy style, some oral sex thrown in th...re...basically normal married life sex.Well anyway, about this time she was devoting more time to work and climbing the corporate ladder, and so was I. More her than me. She wasn't into sex that much, by the time she would get to bed she was exhausted and would be out within a few minutes of hitting the bed.Being a guy, I needed to cum. Lets face. Chat meri choot raphs chat daal apni juban ismai chat ahhh raphssss chat chat ho ahhh ahhhhh meri choot ahhhh chat chat raphs ahhhhh meri choot ahhh mera paani nikal raha hai ahhhhh jaise hi maine apni ungli mami ki chut mai dala unki choot se paani nikal gaya maine paani chat liya uske baad maine unko ghoda bane kaha mami ban gayi jab woh goda bani toh unki gaand itni shape mai thi ki kya bata u woh bahu badi gaand thi preete se bhi badi jisko maine choda tha maine unki gaand ko apni jeeban se. So I ’ d started to wear as little as possible on those warm days, just jeans or shorts, t shirt and trainers, just in case I spied an opportunity then I ’ d have less to take off. It was a short walk from the bus station to the shop, the suspense over what the outfit would be like was giving me Goosebumps. There was one customer in the shop when I got there, he was browsing the video section. Chris and Bernie were both at the counter in the corner of the shop, they knew who I was as soon as I. I felt cold air as my high heels clanked on marble, or stone. I was sure I was now outside, and wearing only my stockings, suspenders, and high heels. I also knew from the lift journey that we werehigh up. My wrists were placed on cold metal and I heard and felt the manacles clicked back into place. I felt the night breeze wrap around my body and I shivered, I had no way of knowing if I could be seen , from other buildings or even the street. There were footsteps behind me, bare feet.Firm.