Bharti bhi uth kar apni coaching class ko gayi.Achanak se unke mudne par main ghabra gaya. Kyu ki meri nazar unki gand par thi jo shayad unhe dikh gay....Main hadbadate hue bola: Co…. coaching class? Aaj?Aunty: Haan boli kuch classes hai. Kya pata par keetabe le kar gayi. Abhi sirf hum dono hi hai ghar pe. Main chai banake laati hun.Woh itna kah kar kitchen ko chali gayi. Ab jakar chain se tange phailakar baitha. Lund kafi tana hua tha. Kaise bhi use shant karne ki soch raha tha. Par baar baar. She snicked the leather across my bare hide but it didn’t really hurt. Again and again she whacked me as hard as she could but she merely raised the temperature of my cheeks as she attempted to give me a good leathering. With my head bowed low over her knee I had a close view of her shapely ankles and feet, and those intricate high heels. The sheer height of her shoes made me wonder how she could walk on them, the heel itself so thin it was amazing it could support her. The leathering. He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside. My eyes were drawn to the prominent bulge in his tight boxer briefs and I ached to touch it.“Now me,” she said impatiently as her pretty blue eyes bore into me. Her tone left no question that she was in charge and I quickly scurried over to her. She had confessed to me that she wanted to dominate me. She had long wanted to dominate her husband but he was a natural top. I on the other hand was switch and versatile. In everyday life I was a. ”“I want you to fuck me in my asshole.”I lifted myself up from my husband's cock and I rose my the seat and walked to the pole in the middle of the aisle I bent down and lifted my skirt up over my ass. I angled myself so the man in the back would still be able to watch. My husband stood up and followed me he ran his hands over my ass and slid his fingers down my crack. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the man in back. “Is he watching us?”“He’s a memory, ignore him and fuck me like the.