”She nodded and crawled over to him slowly, wondering what her husband would think seeing her suck another man. Then she remembered he didn’t know...this was his wife opening the robe of this man. She was a random slut about to suck cock. Something she knew he watched online often. This would be like a live show to him. And the idea of sucking another man in front of him made her actually drip on the floor below her as her hands once again wrapped around that thick shaft. She wasted no time. The waist cincher of my permanent restraint already kept my waist a small hourglass shape, but the jacket compressed my hips a lot, and the upper part of the jacket held my chest tightly, preventing me from relying on expanding my ribcage when I breathed, to compensate for my restricted waist. This meant that my breathing became shallow and more rapid, and the feeling of helplessness and control was amplified. My crying had been stifled down to a quiet whimpering by this stage, as the suit took. Before, with the fear of her husband, Saranya aunty insisted me not to come to her house. Instead, she only used to come when nobody was there at her home to have that erotic fun with me.Riya’s dad who was Saranya aunty’s husband also didn’t object me coming to their house daily as he felt that his daughter’s grades were improving because of me.As soon as he leaves the house at seven or eight in the evening for his night shift, I used to go to the kitchen leaving Riya to study and used to get. But Paul didn't seem to hear her. He was back to slamming his cock harder and faster into Bertha's ass. Julie thought he was going to shoot his load of jism into the secretary's bowels. But Bertha had other plans. The woman thrashed violently and groaned like a wounded animal as her cunt broke out into a series of crotch-killing contractions. Julie guessed that Bertha's fingering had been too good for her, and she was coming now. It was all over for her.Paul was too worked up to notice what had.