We have reached the point Mike, where you must decide whether you will submit to my authority without knowing what I might impose, or whether you will...chicken out; in which case there won’t be any more nice treats like today, no more frilly knickers, no more beatings’.‘Which is it to be?’ she asked looking him coldly in the eye. Mike couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to submit to her, but what was she planning? It didn’t seem as though he had any choice. ‘Yes’, Mike replied ‘Yes,. ”“I guess it’s knowing you just fucked someone else.”“What gave me away?”“We know each other. Since you made me your cuckold, I can tell the difference between your fantasies and real experience. Your fantasies with Chris were too detailed. Besides, I tasted cum and knew it wasn’t mine.”“I wondered about that. I cleaned off a little but knew I didn’t get it all.”“I would say you got very little. There was a lot left.”“Can you guess the private game?”“That’s easy. In the public game, the wife. She asked him why didn’t he married till now she told Neha to flatter her aap jaise koi mili nahi mil jati to kab ki kar leta wtc etc on which Neha Blushed shook his head said saying that he is flirting with her as she thought that I am asleep. They were enjoying the journey she told him that can she find some massager for massaging her legs in Patnitop he told laughing that it is very difficult to find one he could massage her legs if she takes permission from me and that he would love to. It was not a convertible, by any standard, but a french Citroen 2CV, the type we called "Ugly Duckling" in Germany, with a soft roof to roll back. So we drove through the summer night with a clear sky over us and my 2CV telling the world about its corroded exhaust pipe. I drove to a vantage point high above the city, where I knew the view was nice. I half expected the place to be crowded with couples in their cars, but when we arrived there was nobody else around. I killed the engine, and we.