Sushma Kajal ko keh rahi thi ” ja khud doodh ka glass lejao , thodi bahut unki udhaar bhi chuka dena”.Kajal ayi aur table pe glass rakhte hue boli...” bhaiya apka doodh…Jaldi pee lena, jyada garam nahi hai”.Kajal jane lagi to mene hans kar kaha k meri udhar kab utaarogi? “bhaiya abhi to bhabhi hai, kal school se jaldi aajaungi phir sari udhar wasul kar lena.Phir mere pas baith gayi aur boli k jaldi kar lo, bhabhi ke samne mujhe sharam aati hai”.Mein kajal ke honth chusne laga. 2-3 minute ke baad. Do you understand? And you will only address me as Sir,” he said.I nodded. As much as I hate the situation I’m in, I felt horny, being ordered for a change. I was always the one giving out orders in my life, and now the tables are turned. I felt moisture in my pussy.“Yes Sir, I understand.”“You will be wearing this, slut,” he said, taking out a French maid costume. It was short sleeved, black, with white laces on the edges.When I put it on, i realised it wasn’t long enough to cover my butt at. I am your slut. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Fuck me like my husband can’t. Stretch my pussy…ruin me so that I can’t feel my husband’s little dick anymore. I want it…..ahhhhhhh!” With that I drove it all the way into her in a single stroke. She tried to get away, but I was holding onto her hips tightly. I wasted no time, and just started pounding into her. The whole time I was looking over her at her husband through the window. I could see her husband there just staring. Man did it feel. I pulled my panties to one side and inserting a finger into my cunt started to finger fuck myself. Claire looking over her shoulder saw what I was doing and smiled. Turning her head away from me again she reached between her legs and started to frig her own pussy spreading her pussy lip wide. Then she bought both hands behind her arse and spread her bottom cheeks wide. Her arsehole was fully exposed to me."Suck me.", she whispered.I fell to my knees and crawled over to her. Still on my knees I.