. I'll... give you back... the money." She was still trying to catch her breath as she talked. I wondered if she knew there was nothing she could do...or say now that would change things.I put my hand back on her throat, squeezed, harder this time. I could feel another orgasm getting close, so I needed to get on with things. I moved my other hand to join the first. I didn't need to hold her, she was too weak to struggle now. I squeezed, released, squeezed, released, watching her eyes bug. I tried but could not open hooks it was stuck. Then your wife opened her eyes and see in my eyes in the way like she is telling me “Ladki chodne chale ho bra ka hook kholna nahi aata”. This style of her made me mad I thought like to eat her each part. She took her both hands back and open her bra hook to offer me her flashy tight boos. I did not waste time, before she detach her bra from body I grabbed her both boos with my palms and pressed them hard. Your wife screamed “Haaiii Nadeem please. We then got out the car and made our way through the entrance and to the bar. Getting a drink while getting plenty dirty looks from the guys and girls in the pub. We then made our way onto the dance floor where we had some fun dancing with some guys and girls. We had two more drinks before deciding to head somewhere else and once again my hubby drove. We first stopped at KFC and got us something to snack on as we became hungry. We then made our way and arrived at another bar nearer to home that. I think of all sorts of possible things to do together. "You look perfect for anywhere," I replied, hoping that I didn't sound too awestruck. She appeared out of nowhere. The attractive young lady was next to me when she posed her fashion question. I suppose that she saw me as a good candidate to ask about the appropriateness of attire. I was dressed in my customary black sacks and shoes, with a pressed, white, French-cuff shirt with gold scrimshaw cufflinks. With this I wore a red paisley bow.