My eyes made contact with hers before rolling into the back of my head. I felt her grin around my cock head and suck it harder. She went to my balls a...d began to toy with them. Slowly she eased more of my dick into her mouth using her teeth to graze the top and underside. I growled deep in my throat as I felt her tongue follow behind her grazing teeth. I tried to push my cock into her mouth. She placed her hands on my thighs stopping me. She was torturing me. I looked down at her and watched. The woman of the story Geethika(name changed) aged 37. She told me that she read my post and was interested in me. We exchanged few emails. Slowly we started getting to know each other. She was married and her husband works in a private firm and she was a lecturer in a college in Bangalore. She told me that she was sex deprived and wanted to do it. Then sex chatted for a month and we shared our fantasies and fetish. We were more like friends.She told me that she trusts me and she wants to meet. Except for the dark redness of her lipstick, and the blueness around her eyes, she was dressed much the same as her aunt: not a trace of hair free of her scarf and nothing but her hands and face otherwise visible under her green satin jelaba. “What operation?” “The one for your breasts!” Fatima reminded her taking her hand in her own and squeezing it firmly. “Don’t you remember?” “Breasts?” Asked Amna pulling up her arms and touching them with her dark fingers. She was naked except for a pair. “Understood?”She clenched her teeth in anger, refusing to respond to him.“Oh, silence now?” he asked, forcing his cock back into her pussy in another hard thrust. She grunted softly, feeling him fill her again as the flogger ran over the back of her thighs. He rolled his hips into her, pumping his cock in deep strokes before taking it out again and slamming the leather whip down onto her ass.She whimpered but didn’t scream, holding it in as he laughed menacingly behind her.“I can’t believe you.