He stands six-three, has a tall, muscular, tanned body. He’s eye candy with his salt-n-pepper hair, strong chin, and green-eyes. He also knows how ...o treat me like a lady out of bed, and a naughty slut when in bed. He usually wears shorts and t-shirt, but what most people don't know is he never wears underwear. Sandy his wife is taller than me, I’m five-foot-three, and she is five-eleven. Her blonde hair cascaded in ringlets across her tanned shoulders. Her smile and piercing blue eye could. .”“Oh, come on, Ana,” cajoled Kat. “I’ll start for you.” Walking quickly over to the bed, Kat raised her hand high into the air and brought it down hard on Jackie’s ass; there was a loud slapping sound and a groan from the gagged woman. “This is just between us. She’s not going to tell anybody, how could she?”“Well....” Ana hesitated, turning back toward the bed, and Kat could tell she was warming to the idea. Flourishing her hand theatrically, Kat spanked the other cheek, drawing another. ” So you are a sisterfucker! I could smell your lust for your sister, you bastard! You are worse than a beast, Ashu!!” That was the start of my break up. Mithali Didi did her best to avoid my divorce and took up a job and began living in a distanttown. She took Ashi with her. But Meena still wanted me to divorce and we ended up divorced.I couldn’t get the picture of my sister out of my mind. I was sexually aroused all the time when my Mithali Didi was away from me. Deep in my mind, I desired my. No, that wasn't true — I knew what was going to happen — what I wondered about were the likely outcomes from what was going to happen. It wasn't every day that my boss asked me to "take care" of a large group of people and I had to wonder why he thought that I would go along with it. Granted that I was letting him bed me even though I was a married woman, but that didn't make me a slut. Or did it? I guess that would be a matter of perspective. I didn't think of myself as a slut, but it was a.