Mistress Jacqueline stood above him, her hands on her hips. She was wearing black leather trousers that hugged every inch of her legs and hips. He c...uld see her black basque, highlighted with red buckles and edging, cinching her waist and covering a leather top which was open at the next, hinting at the delights that lay beneath. The light from the hall highlighted every little bump and curve of her hourglass figure.Mistress Jacqueline hooked a leash onto his collar and walked towards the. Manasa was lying half-naked on her stomach with a bedspread covering her bottom. There was no bed but just a mattress.I couldn’t believe my eyes. So what I assumed was true. She was literally passed out half-naked. The red salwar she had worn was laying on the floor along with her white bra and panties. I was disappointed in her initially, to see such a beauty spoilt.But was turned on seeing her state. Though she was laying on her stomach, I could see ample of her side boobs. They must be. Jane dug her fingers in to my back and tensed up as a mighty squirt, shot out from my cock, her second orgasm of the day. We lay welded together, cum pumping in to my mother in law by the bucket still kissing passionately while struggling to breath.We were hot and sweaty when we relaxed our grip with each other and I climbed off her, her cum filled fanny leaking our love making juice out on to the bed. Jane quickly nipped her legs together and ran in to the wet room with white creamy strings of. He’d been hurt and jealous at first, as well as strangely, intensely aroused, but then they’d had their own amazing night-long romp and now she said their sex lives had reached heights that neither of them had imagined possible! I don’t know that I had anything to do with that aspect of it, but if I did it was a gratifying feeling. I sort of hoped I had, but mostly I was happy for her – and for him, of course, although we’d never met. She and I discussed whether we might ever try it again, but.