My wife giggled, blushed again, and nervously licked her lips. As my wife was about to take my friends clothing to put in the laundry, the door bell r...ng. She answered the door and to her surprise it was a male friend, whom she knew to be bi-sexual, though preferring men. She greeted him with a tight hug pressing her boobs against his chest and her hips on his cock. Her actions were quite innocent, she had forgotten she was wearing nearly nothing. As my friend watched the exchange his. My asset though is my charmness. I had heard ppl saying I can win situations just by my smartness. And I had a great sense of humour too. Off to the story.Being a part of N.E monsoon region, our city gets rains which makes movement terrible with flooded roads. I as any other chennaite used to curse these rains until I got what is gonna be the essence of my story. Being in a corporate sector, I had great times viewing many of my female colleagues who are just hot. With my friends we shared a lot. "No," continues Neena, her disappointment and disapproval clear in her voice. "I suppose it wasn't. Remember your place next time, rapina Vyerka. You are a slave. Slaves DO NOT enjoy the privileges of their Owners." Her admonishing words are interrupted as another wave or retching racks me. "And here is the irony: I had authorised the Domestics to give you some of the fish tomorrow, for your breakfast. A reward for hard work. Still, now you are getting a different reward for different work!. I can just play with it and you always have such a hard time driving and trying to watch me at the same time. I can see you adjusting your cock as it gets so big and hard and feels too confined. I shouldn't tease you like this, but I know that you secretly love it. And remember how much I like for you to keep up with a lorry where the driver can get more than a peak at what I am doing? That always makes my little slippery tunnel squeeze together and pulse with extra desire, knowing that someone.