She was like my elder sister a good and deep sleeper. I slowly lifted her loose T-shirt first just below her breasts. It was just giving me a sight as...a small mountain. I just kept on lifting it further till a small portion of her jet black areola came into my view. Slowly her nipples came into the view. They were not aroused but still there size was bigger than my elder sister’s one. I knew the reason too. My sister used to massage her boobs and nipples regularly giving an impression as. She came to that rented house when I was doing my second year engineering. She was married 25 years old with a kid. Her husband was a business man. Both of them was a bit short around 5 ft, which I like in her a most. In short she is 36 32 36 perfect figure with a fair complexion. Her skin is so silky and soft.On the day she came itself she came down and asked for a bottle full of water. When I saw her for the first time, i decided to fuck her or at least to press her big bulging melon boobs. I. Mark drove away thinking Mrs Curtis was one of the most impressive women he’d ever met. It was a magnificent story and virtually had told itself. He’d learned that morning the paperback edition of ‘Doomed Dynasty’, already out, had won the historic category in the Pfeiffer-Mc Higgins New Zealand Book Awards. Before turning away he saw Mrs Curtis open her copy of the book, the newly produced hard cover version he’d collected as part of the deal to earn his payment. CHAPTER 1 Dressed in a baggy. She parked the bike outside and walked in, in her tight leather jacket and pants, pulled off her leather gloves sat down at the bar and light a ciggerate. A man in a pickup had been following but she did not know, now did she know he had made her bike inoperable. He walked in and sat beside her and they chatted, what bout she can no longer rember as she sat on the cold stone floor her wrists incased in heavy shiny steel shackles behind her back. This was linked to another heavy chain wraped.