There was no doubt she was watching me looking at her. My breathing stopped. My body stiffened. My jaw dropped.My head spun around to face the main ro...m. My heart beat fast and my palms were sweating. I expected a scream. I expected to be labeled a pervert and ridiculed by everyone in the store. I wondered how I would explain it to my wife. I wanted to bolt from the ottoman and run out of the store and keep running until I was far away. But I couldn't. My wife was still in the dressing room. So. Sahakuntala aunty ab jor se dildo ko mere choot ke andar dal rahi thi mein dard se karaha uthi. Mujhe bahut dard ho raha tha lekin shakuntala aunty mere dard ki parawa kiye bagar dildo ko aur jorse andar bahar kar rahi thi. Mujhe maja aa raha tha aunty bhi maje le rahi thi apane choot meon apane hi haath ki ungaliya dalkar andar bahar kar rahi thi aaaa maaaa ugfffff mein zaranewali hoon aunty ne kaha to mein ne kaha aunty mere muh mein zarana aur apana mut bhi mujhe pila dena aunty mere muh. For Phase I, the torture and mutilation of my body, I had bought and installed a large floor to ceiling mirror on one wall. It was 8 ft wide. The former loft, now the Death Room, was very well lit with large windows at both ends. For both Phase I and II, I would be able to see everything in a mirror. I wanted my body to be in tip top shape. I have always been close to my ideal, but I decided to spend another month or so honing my physique to a time and place in my youth of years past. I went on. But, I guess, because they'd only been married about 12 months that she thought I was going to spoil their love nest, and so I tried to keep out of her way for the first few days back at the old family home. I soon discovered that their sex life was a lot more vigorous than it had been between Mom and Dad. It seemed that every night I'd be woken up about 2 am by the sound of them fucking in their bedroom across the landing. And by going into the shower room, next the their bedroom, I was able.