I told her to remove the nada of my petticoat, and I was wearing white lacy panties inside. She did so and started to oil my mountainous thighs. She w...s so jealous about my shape and color of my body. I asked her whether her husband was having any affair with any woman or whether he was admiring anyone. Shanta said, no madam, he is not like that, but he does look at women who look good and who have some fat around them. I asked her that means your husband watches me also with those eyes? Shanta. Wishing that this day would come for nearly 3 years. She finally starts by unbuttoning my jeans and throwing both my underwear and pants by the door. She starts to slowly grasp and rub my erect bare penis with her cold hand. The lack of warm blood to her hand made a huge difference when she states how warm my penis is. She continues to talk about how she has been thinking about me. As she does so, she starts to give on a lion-like tone, first by a sexy growl, then when I ask to stop, she growls. Her tattoo was a much more elaborate design of their icon, and it was placed right above her bare intimacy just like mine. I was told to watch, and to never take my eyes off of my wife while this was being done to her. At the same time, I felt a presence between my spread legs, and was suddenly slowly invaded. It was almost too much for me, but I was way beyond the point of ever hoping to get out of this. The tattoo on Anna took almost 30 minutes; the entire time, a cock was in my ass, slowly,. Back in the living room, she told me I could use the bathroom today if I wanted but with a catch – I would get an enema afterward to clean me out. It was now full daylight so I had no desire to take a shit in her backyard in full view of everyone. I reluctantly agreed.She directed me to go shower, shave my crotch again, and use the bathroom after which time I was to get down on all fours in the bathroom and call her. She told me I could temporarily remove the plug and leave it in the sink after.