“Just leave me, please,” Kavita shouted as she looked at me with anger“Kavita, even you knew that your husband had set you up. Don’t act like ...ou didn’t know anything the whole time you were with me,” Reddy said, holding my wife“Calm down, Kavita. There’s no point in getting angry now. This incident has made both you and your husband happy,” Reddy continued explaining to my wife, and to my surprise, I could see Kavita’s anger fading away.Reddy then took my wife to bed and sat with her holding. I was a very part-time cross dresser. At least I guess that's what you would call it. Make-up and nails were my real turn on, and I had shared this with her. She reluctantly agreed to do some kinky things with me sometimes... a little bondage here, making my face up there, painting my toenails --- stuff like that.I wanted something more than that though, but didn't know how to tell her.One night during our lovemaking she began to talk dirty to me as she often did to help me get over the edge.. I slowly inched my way down your body and moved to the side where I propped you up on all fours. You looked back at me with some hesitation. "Trust me," I said, followed by a wink. I spread your legs slightly and began to kiss your ass cheek; the right, then the left, and back. My finger traced from your balls, around each one and then up the crack of your ass, followed by my tongue. My warm wet tongue fondled your puckered hole over and over. The moans you let out told me that you loved the. I'm cleaning this "piece of shit whore" up for you bastards she said to the crowd and they all laughed.She dimly remembered being forced down over the arm of a sofa and having a lot of guys push their cocks up her rectum, she remembered laughter at her screams of agony and pain.Later she awakened enough to get up off a filthy carpet that smelled of stale vomit and piss. She found her clothes, got dressed and sneaked away to the bus stop.Her folks were away for that Memorial Day week end, would.