We are the only ones who know we are playing the games. The rest of world, the people around us are oblivious to the hidden meanings, the looks, the g...stures the illusions.False bravado, saying things that have double meanings, just enough for a stranger or a friend to look askance and wonder. We love making people wonder. 'Are they for real?' 'Did I just hear that?'It started when we discovered BDSM and formed a Master/slave relationship. She was instructed to call me Master or Sir, unless. At this point I was numb. I felt hate, loss, love, disgust, and even fear. Fear of what to do next. I had three little children who were fast asleep and tomorrow I had to tell them their mom was killed. I couldn't go to sleep and I really didn't want to call anyone at this time of night. I knew tomorrow would be one of the worst days of my life. I had to face reality. Trina was dead and I had three kids to care for who might not even be mine. I wouldn't wish this situation on anyone.I must have. Move my hand over her saree. I was so soft. I was getting more excited. Then make her heads up and wipe out her tears and moving my finger all over her face…she was not opposed … I was moving my finger beside her ears.. Then she closed her eyes… I got a bit green signal for my next move I then started moving my finger over her lips …. She was enjoying it closing her eyes… then I moved my finger on her neck area and going below.She was wearing a low cut blouse and her cleavage was clearly. Lying there with her eyes closed and her breasts moving in rhythm with her sighs and whimpers. I’d love to catch a stand-up nipple in my mouth and bite it the way she likes but I can’t interfere with her pleasure right now.W: Mmmm, I love this. My husband does too. Look at him stroking his meat as he looks at me. I wish he’d nip on my nipples. I don’t know why he just watches. Ohhh, my crotch is hot and the pleasure is growing!H: It sounds like she is getting close. I know those soft sounds.