In my case I surely had much catching up to do after my years of deprivation in J(akob’s) bed for the paroxysm’s poured from me like water from a ...roken dam.I felt my waters gushing from me also - poor Sigi’s fingers must have been soaked as was the cushion beneath my thighs, but I could no more prevent it than I could stop the delight’s racking me. I heard Sigi murmuring “good” and “excellent” at my responses, which pleased me, and felt him at one point inside me, probing me deeply with two or. He pressed, no more cry wolf, and took her. Holding the leash, her eyes narrowed with a stifled yelp.“Well done.”A week of abstinence was six days too long for my husband. He took her with skilful reverence, symbolic of this act – a desecration. An unsullied orifice gifted to her new master, a performance of ownership.He eased into a languid to-and-fro; her acceptance inspired his rising masculine force. Her muffled cries transferred a fluttering heat into my loins. Her defiance on show. I used to a night stay at A’s house frequently. It was very common that I stay at his house for a night or when my parents were out of town.Rajita was around 40 when this incident happened. But her beauty was her age and she looked flawlessly young even comparable to teens. Even though her husband was average looking they had a love marriage, but A used to tell there were frequent fights between his parents.When I used to go to A’s house I used to watch her braless and her nipples pinching out. My cheeks heat up. Is my blouse that transparent? How can they tell I have no underwear? Maybe its because I smell of sex and my sore hard nipples are poking against the fabric. My man seems to be aware of the attention I am garnering. “You look so hot. They all want you, babe,” he whispers in my ear as he steers me toward the elevator. As the gilded doors slide closed they open again to my chagrin and relief. Another man walks in and punches in the floor above the one which is lit for us. My.