She stood to take her coat off and deliberately dropped one of her gloves onto the floor. She leaned over to pick up her glove giving me a great view ...own her top. I decided to take a chance and scribbled a note on my note pad. Downstairs meeting room 2 minutes? I put the note pad on the bench seat in between us where she could read it without appearing to be interested. Our eyes met again and she nodded yes and looked toward the door sending me a message. I closed up my note pads and left it. I hurt really good. He gasped a little. So did I. He rested deep inside me for a few moments. “Does it feel nice?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Ok I said, you can start fucking me now, slow for a little while, until I get used to your cock. He did what I said, easing almost all the way out and then easing back in deep. Long slow strokes, his warm hands pressing on the small of my back. In and out slow and steady. He had a rhythm. His cock filled me. Each time he withdrew it felt like he was. He also took with us in the same table but at the end of the tea and snacks he told ” our nice is very beautiful and good “.My sasur told him it is true but her strong desire for sex is never satiated .He asked my sasur how he could know as it is a matter between the wife and the husband “. My sasur told ” as my son is ineffective for his body construction I myself has taken the task of fucking her as her husband.If you like to fuck her I can arrange when you will agree. ” . His brother deny. She was my prisoner."Don't. Say. Another. Word," I warned again.She laughed, without humour. You still can't stand the thought of your baby brother touching me, can you?" Shell!" I yelled. "ENOUGH!" Everything was a rage muddled mess, once more."Isn't that why you left me? Because he wanted a toy to play with? - You gave me up! Like I was a toy!"I launched myself at her, attacking her lips with a ferocity I hadn't thought possible. I took, and I bit and I consumed."You. Are. Mine," I growled.