Be good!?The week passed, no change. The following Friday night she made me put on the ballet boots and keep them on all weekend. Sunday she added leg...irons to my misery, but she just laughed with glee at my attempts to stay upright and walk doing the ballet strut. I was miserable but with her holding -- hiding -- the keys for the cage and now the leg irons I was totally at her mercy -- a tender, sex filled trap. I grumbled but she chortled and repeated the mantra: I love you that way John; it. The entire thing took about 45 minutes and we went down. On reaching the car, I and Mimi were going to sit at the back.Arun said, “Dada ota amar bou.” (Dada she is my wife now.) So, basically, he wanted me to continue driving so that he can enjoy Mimi at the back seat. I sent out a ‘huff’ and went to the driving seat. Mimi was still wearing her weird dress with freshly applied sindur on her forehead. Both of them got to the back seat. I started driving the car towards our old destination, Gajol. But the windshield was lean enough to eat off of. When it came time for her window I leaned over and asked it he wanted to roll it up so I could clean it. He said "No, but you can help me with this if you like."So I reached in and started to play with her perky nipples. She had really nice size breasts, at least a C maybe a D cup. Her nipples where small, and pink and hard as erasers. With me doing that and her boyfriend fingering her she was soon cumming. She looked at me and smiled, but still. He began to gently wank me as he cupped my chin, turning my head to meet his and kissing me. Our tongues hungrily lapped at each other as his skilled hand worked their magic on my dick.Our opportunities to fuck had been very limited in the last few weeks. Although our appetites for each other’s bodies had not diminished in the slightest, my friend Carl had been hanging around Simon’s house with annoying regularity. He had almost caught us quite a few times, the most amusing of which was the.