My dick throbbed as her smooth lips came into view from behind, the hairless peach of her sex pushing out past her thighs like it was blowing me a kis....I knew it was time as she slipped across her bedroom to the shower, the door left open since there was no one else in the house. Backing out of the bushes I moved to the back door slipping the key from my pocket, so careless leaving it under that fake rock for every one to see. I slid it silently into the lock though I knew she wouldn't hear me,. It was intoxicating and gave mea sense of freedom and self I had never found in a book, a promotion or themissionary style. And the screams and groans made my pussy drip like a fuckingleaky faucet. ?Oh god Mistress, please please fuck me?? I tugged the chain harder, rubbing my palm round his large, sensitive head.He squealed. ?I can't hear you.? I really couldn't, at least not all of it.I knew I had broken him and made him beg. It was hard for Jack to swallow thatpride. But it was not enough.. Also typically she wore this typical see through sarees worn by north indian women.Most of the time she would wear her sarees carelessly and i would get a good glimpse of her cleavage and navel shows..For the first 2 months i didnt speak much with them except for occasional hi byes and smiles.Sice her husband was a driver he would be outstation for 15 days and be back at home for the next five days and so on.I would try to get a peek of her every chance i would get.I work over night shift and. All the groomsmen and bridesmaids were introduced to applause. When Pam and I were introduced, she led me by the hand onto the dance floor. She still wore the small wireless microphone that was used during the service.To my astonishment, Pam said, "Dear friends. Tom and I are very grateful for your attendance at our celebration of love and commitment. You have helped make our day very special. Tom and I have been practicing a swing dance but I have a surprise for him that I hope he will accept.