Usually on special occasions, when she has had too much to drink, and he is especially persuasive. And never for too long.She finds the act demeaning ...nd distasteful.She quickly pulls out the man’s hard cock. Leaning in she sucks about half of it into her mouth.She imagines how she must look. On her knees, dressed in a slutty maid’s costume, hands on this man’s thighs, and her face buried in his lap. Sucking the dick of a man not her husband.Basically, a whore.Soon she is moving around the. “Then you are going to have to beg for me.” She turned the vibrator on high again making it hard to talk. “Please Mistress, let me lick you. I love to taste you and make you come. Please let me. I’d do anything.” She smiled darkly and put her leg down to walk over to me. “I know you would.” She undid my binds. “Now, I am going to walk over to the bed and lie down, you may lick me until I am finished, you may not touch yourself or come until I say. Is that clear?” I nodded before answering.. And I have loved every minute of it. As I lay there panting, I began to get a sense of my surroundings, and how my body felt after the vicious pounding I had just received. I could feel the juices of my pussy leaking out and trailing down my leg. I no longer noticed the coach’s cum after it had been washed away by the perspiration of my naked body. My pussy was sore from Buster, the massive dildo, and my ass was feeling stretched beyond belief from the small anal plug that had been inserted. How can I think of Niyati in a sexual way? She’s my son’s wife which makes her almost like my daughter. Can I think of Sneha in that way since both the relations are similar for me? This thought made me think about Sneha. She has grown up into a beautiful woman like her mother. Even her breasts had become so full. Damn this was becoming crazy!!I went to the balcony to get some air and saw that the balcony was connected with Rahul and Niyati’s room. The french windows were open but the curtains.