She broke the kiss, and as customary, she started removing my tee. I got rid of my jeans. I was in pure white underwear with a huge bulge. She ran her...palm over my bulge.S: Mmmm. I like candy. I love my men in white undies, great choice, babe.V: Mmm, anything for you, diva.And we started kissing for a little more longer. Our tongues fighting and loving each other. Saliva from our mouths was a free flow into each other’s mouths. While kissing, I removed the zipper of her kurti on the back. We. Was, being the operative word. She eventually filed for divorce, that was two years ago, and moved out. So while we had indeed been married for fifteen years at that point, as I said, it was but six months after that that little reality became past tense.Now, you might think that she left me because I was cheating. Maybe because she had to find herself. Maybe because I didn't make enough money: I'm a bartender. But you'd be wrong. Nor did she leave me because she was in love with somebody else.. "She then handed me a cell phone. I looked at the face of it and the numbers on the face were epoxied over. Impossible to punch or dial any number. Only the "resend" button was active."That button will reach my cell phone. I will be on my laptop here wired into your bank site, sitting in front of your bank branch in about seven minutes." Mistress then tucked the cellphone into my tubetop. "You call me with those bank codes, and we will be back here to pick you up immediately."The Driver laughed. I turned my head and saw a young man and a girl both looking at me. I gave them a little wave then continued to enjoy the fucking.It probably took around a minute before I felt the cock tense and stop then it pulsed as warm sperm started to fill me. My orgasm had started to build but I wasn’t there and when the cock pulled out of me I needed the other cock to hopefully finish me off.“Next.” I loudly said as I glanced over to the next balcony and saw our two voyeurs still watching.The second.