I couldn’t make myself feel guilty and it was a secret that was going with me to my grave. I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic im...ges that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I don’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his vibe.”“His vibe? The man is half a football field away and you can feel his vibe? It must be a guy thing because I’m not getting it.”He just grunted and stomped back into the house.The next week I walked down to the corner. The imitation cock withdrew with a loud plop. The fat woman took off her panties, which was sodden in sweat and female cum the fat wife’s enjoyment was clear to be seen. The other wives were amazed it had turned her on so much.Stuffing the panties in Michelle’s mouth the fat wife then bound Michelle’s mouth with the tape.Her leg restrictions removed, she was winched back to the previous position.The fat woman once again picked up the whip.“Now, for your final lesson”.“I have 100 lashes for. “Oh Natty, I want you.” I glanced at Chris then looked at my husband. “Send him away. Send him below,” I whispered. “I get sick down there,” Chris said. It was obvious that he could hear us. He turned as he added, “I’ll just look away.” Bob’s hand worked to lift the heavy fabric of my dress and I closed my eyes. “He’s going to watch,” I whined. “No! No, I won’t. I promise.” Bob chuckled and we both knew that Chris’s promise was as transparent as a piece of freshly cleaned glass. I was ready to. Me room me gaya or andar jake dor lock kiya or wo muje puch ne lagi ke tu sach me massage vala hi hai na to me thoda sochne laga or bola dekho aabhi aap mere sath room me hai or me massage karna janta hun ki nahi wo mat socho aabhi aap try karke hi dekhlo me hun ki nai to wo thodi si smile di or boli towel to do mene towel diya or ushne kapde nikale sirf bra or panty nahi nikali thi kapde nikal ke wo let gayi to mene bola aap niche ki orLet jaye pehle me back se saruat karuga, to wo boli thik.