He was 45 years old, 14 years my senior. I might not have been affected were it not for the fact that despite his age he radiated an earthy virility. ...e was tall, dark and muscular.He was 5 feet – 11 inches tall, about 200 pounds, and kept his hair cut short. He dressed like a gentleman – never came to church in a t-shirt or even a polo shirt. He was always in a nice, long-sleeve dress shirt and dress slacks, and he had these amazing thick thighs that filled out those pants – OMG! How I loved. I was worried how do I reach there?(place was very far out of city) so I told my hubby immediately .He told me to take the car and go but I said I’m not sure of route & I’m not good in night driving so he told me to book a cab . Next day I booked a cab at 4pm & it was at time for marriage .I wore saree which was grand and expensive one which my hubby had brought me for 25000 rs.I sat in the cab & the car started to move & I could see the driver eyeing on me for every min I reached the place at. There was a lot of cum soaked into the chest and bust line of his dress,so he applied large amounts of water and eventually managed to remove themarks. After dabbing the wet area down with a towel he found a hairdryerin the cupboard and blasted the dress until it was dry. "There we are," hesaid to himself, "Good as new," and descended the stairs again to thekitchen to prepare the dinner.When in the kitchen, he could hear voices in the sitting room and a lot oflaughter. He had planned to prepare. Both started sucking my lips after their intense orgasm. Shaina pushed me on the sofa. She removed her petticoat but kept wearing panty. Abhi went inside the room and brought something. Shaina was blowing me as I was unable to see what Abhi brought.Abhi brought a strap on with him. Shaina kept playing with my dick with her mouth and Abhi tied a strap-on on Shaina’s panty. She came up and kissed me again. She told in my ears with a heavy voice, “Are you ready to be a slave?” I was just a machine.