”“That’s a great idea, Gary!” Christy smiled.“I want him to get used to you being naked in his arms and touching you in front of me,” I ex...lained.“Okay, I’ll make sure that I’m naked and kissing him when you bring my coffee into me.”“And make sure that he’s touching you,” I replied.“Where do you want him to be touching me?”“That’s up to you, either, your ass, tits or pussy,” I smiled.“Okay, I think that you bringing my coffee to me and seeing him touching my pussy may freak him out though,”. He said that he will have to talk to our new boss. So he went to our new American Negro boss whose name was John. My boss whose name was Mohit came out after about 20 minutes and said me to go in John’s cabin. I went to him. He said that I will get my job on only one condition. I eagerly asked me the condition as got a hope that I will get my job back. But I was shocked to know the condition. He said that If I let him fuck my wife then I will get my job. I came out dejected.When I reached my. So far I’ve been reluctant to go there, scared of what kind of Kat-devil we might unleash again.I’m not saying I will never dip my toes into that, but I do need to draw the line somewhere for now. Otherwise, where the hell will all this lead to? My good Catholic parents would already get a heart attack seeing me like this (mum definitely, dad – remembering his VHS porn taste - maybe not so much): I’m face sitting my husband’s black dildo face strap on while another man is lubing up my ass for. One such day, I was doing the same. I had lowered my shorts to my knees because it was tight so that I was nude. I was playing around my cockhead looking at a photo. I must have been sleepy, so I slept without pulling on my shorts. Also in my sleep, I must have continued the fantasy and rubbed my cock well. I don’t really know.I was awakened by the voice of my mother calling from outside my room. I looked at the clock and it was 4:30. I wondered why mother was late and also why she was calling.