Today I asked her whether she loved anyone before marriage. She told NO.Then I asked how many love letters u received up today. She said NOTHING. But ... compelled her to tell. For purpose of compelling I pressed her hands.she -I not received any love letter.Me-I repeatedly asking herShe -how u tel that I received love lettersMe-you looks so beautiful. Every boy will like to have a wife like you.She-ho ho. SmiledMe -tell I will not tell to anyone pleaseAt the time I am touching her handsShe -I. Sushila stood on her tip-toes and gave me a delicious smooch on the lips.Then she grinned naughtily as she reached down and began to undo my shirt. I meanwhile undid my pajamas, slinging it aside.“Mmmmm, what a beautiful cock,” she murmured, encircling her fingers and thumb on my round semi-hard cock.She gently pumped it in her delicate fist and within moments was gripping a fully erect prick, as stiff as a rod of iron and visibly throbbing.“You look so great sush,” I smiled as he reached out. She was enjoying it so much, that hurt the most. Not only was she cheating on me, but it was with a man. I felt an itch between my legs, and without realizing what I was doing, I slipped my hand down into my slacks, into my panties, and found my pussy. I was wet. I started rubbing my pussy, rolling my hard clit between my fingers, as I watched my wife writhe atop Rick. She bounced faster and faster. I slipped two fingers up inside me. I never felt so wet in my life, my breath quickened as I. She always needs to go to the toilet first thing in the morning and I have to sit underneath her special chair. It is like a commode but there is a funnel at the bottom from which I must drink. Sometimes there is too much or it comes out too fast. When I make a mess, I have to lick it all up from the floor. My mistress likes everything to be clean at all times.When she is finished, she sits at the table and reads the paper. I quickly change into my normal maid's uniform. This one is not as.