I asked her “ bhabhi uss din raat ko aapne masturbate kiya tha”? She said “haan, kiya tha.” I waited for a second and further asked “ mujhe ...och kar kiya tha”?I was expecting no from her side, but she said yes... I was shocked, and could not believed my ears, and asked her again with amazement, “mujhe soch kar kiya tha, ….sach..” she laughed and said “ Haan, issi liye to kah rahi thi, ki abb mujhe aapse darr lagta hai, aap mujhe pagal kar doge”. “bhabhi I am so happy, kaisa raha aapka. Seeing his majestic prick, my mouth instantly watered and I couldn't fathom why I had considered never having it in my mouth again.I opened my mouth and took it in. It felt so natural as it hardened. I again wanted to take it all in my mouth; I again wanted to feel him shoot his cum down my throat.I was no longer a straight married man...I was a cocksucker...a cocksucker for black cock.As if reading my mind, he asked, "So what would your wife say if she knew the pipe you were really working. “Hypnosis, maybe. I don’t know. But I don’t have proof. No one will believe me.”“I believe you,” whispered Bobby. “I followed you. I could tell something was wrong. I believe you.”“Thank you,” said Mindy. For the first time since she lost control of her body, she felt a rush of warmth. This young man believed her. Without proof he accepted her word. “But nobody else will. We have to leave.”“What about him?” asked the boy.The revulsion that swept through her wiped out all traces of the warmth. Candles were already lit around the room and soft music was playing on the background sound system, I pulled him close and thanked him for the lovely setting and surprise, it was Toms idea he explained, he made the suggestions and I carried out the planning. "Well it's lovely and thanks to both of you" as I squeezed Marks hand and kissed Tom on the cheek as he had joined us in the doorway. Tom commented that "You were right Mark, the beds big enough anyway!", and I tingled down below as I knew.