“Of course I’ll keep coming back,” I answered. “You do a fantastic curry. I’d be a fool not to.”She laughed and gave me a playful shove. �...�So you only want me for my curries then?”I laughed, “No. I want you for your curries and your cunt.”Sunita smiled, “So, I feed you and you fuck me, is that what you’re saying?”“Yes. I think it’s a fair trade,” I told her as I rolled her onto her back. “You feed me and then give me your body for my pleasure.”She said something in her native language as she. ..........................................................................................................................The car's sat nav guided them to within a mile of the secluded country car park which Nick had read about. The metalled roadway turned to gravel. It was now dusk. They saw the headlights of a SUV approaching and Nick lowered his window to ask directions. "Are we on the right road for the..." "Dogging site?" smirked the other driver. Sure. Straight on for about half a mile.. "Just let go. " he says, biting down on my neck. "I can see it in your eyes... say what you're thinking." All I can do is whimper in response.He slides his fingers out slowly, circling my entrance before slowly moving them back inside, twisting as they go. His eyes never leave mine, and I have to squeeze mine shut. It feels too intimate, to be able to see his facial expression as he touches the most intimate part of me, for him to want to watch my reaction; it's both thrilling and all too. Saddened by the news my wife became even closer to his wife helping with the c***dern trying to make thing easier for her. My wife came home one day saying that she had just in conversation with her friend been asked if she would do something special for her. Her friend had asked her to please think about taking care of her husbands sexual needs that she could no longer do it. She showed her pictures of her husband in verious stages of undress the last being of his monster trouser snake in all.