Meri wife ki ek friend hai, jiska name Seema hai. Wo apne husband ke sath rehti thi, aur unhone ek society me 1 bhk ka flat liya hua tha. Seema ka hus...and marketing ki job karta tha, aur kaam ki wajah se kayi baar out of city bhi rehta tha.Wo apni gaadi se 20 march ko yaha se Mumbai ke liye nikla tha, aur usko kisi client ke paas jaana tha. Sab kuch theek-thaak chal raha tha. Fir 21 ko morning mein mujhe meri wife ki call aayi. Usne mujhe bataya, ki Seema ke husband ko cold jaisa aur khaasi bhi. It bursts from my trembling lips, betraying my true nature in a lewd revelation. I was loving this. The hot, throbbing member inside me drives relentlessly through my depths. I try to remain static, to keep my dignity in the face of my growing pleasure, but I can’t. I try to keep my insides from contracting in glee, but the reaction is beyond my control. I tighten my inner muscles around him, and squeeze his raping instrument with covetous greed. But this was my fantasy, wasn’t it? To be taken. My hand was sliding down my tummy and I felt the tip of my cock first but just thinking about Freya had me already hard. My fingers then curled about the meaty length and I began to stroke it as visions of my young lover flashed in my mind. This little slut turned me on so much, I just couldn't help it. My hand pumped up and down the length of my stiff member while I opened the gift box with my free hand and for a second time today pulled her soiled panties out and stuck them right under my. Not intentionally, but I did anyway. And now it's all silent. Blank. Dark. I'm by his feet, kneeling on a pillow. Naked, blindfolded, collared, and in rest position. And it bothers me that it's rest. I should be doing something. There must be something to compensate with. I wasn't really paying attention, else I'd have known when he moved. His hands came down, a finger tapped at my cheek beside my lip and I opened it. He slipped in a small bite of fruit. Papaya. He knows I'd walk around it if I.