Aur us ka hath mujh sai touch honai laga yakin janoo maira seenai ka ubharr baad gayah aur wooh mairee sinai ko hi daikh nai laga mainai apna seena au... fula liyah takai usai aur majah aye aur howa bhi yahi lakin is kai saath hi usnai apni paint kai upar sai hi land ko masalna shuroo kardiyah mainai kani ankh sai daikh liyah aur mai waisee hi chalnai lagi jaabh kai aabh bhi us ka ek hath mairai ungli sai touch bhi hu raha tha aur mujaih bhi majah aaraha tha kai achanak us ladkai nai apna land. ‘It’s okay,’ she said to me, with a little grin on her face. ‘I’ll meet you in the cafeteria later.’ She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘I could be a while.’ She winked conspiratorially at me before disappearing in to his office. I wanted desperately to hang around and maybe get a look at what they were doing in there, but Mr Grant dismissed me with a nod and closed the door. There was nothing I could do, the door was a plain wood affair with no window. I couldn’t very well burst in at a. She hadn't been lying about his cock and I watched in awe as she struggled to fit the fat, bulbous head in her small yet eager mouth.Darrell seemed unconcerned with my presence and I was uncomfortable joining in so I watched."I've thought about this for so long," my wife whispered, thrusting a dagger into my heart as she pushed him onto the bed beside me. She straddled his waist and lowered her married white pussy onto his big black cock. Darrell was a medium skinned black man with a fit yet. The man, the older one, the one who had thwarted her at the last moment of triumph, was getting to her, breaking her down, eroding her mental defenses, and she was coming to realize that it was just a matter of time before she crumbled completely. Nothing in her training had prepared her for this. The arrogance of her training astounded her, overwhelming the sense of shame she knew she should at this instant be rightly feeling. Never in her years of training and mastery of the Art had she been.