Samantha said that was okay with her. When Douglas came home that evening at six, he had his old friend. His old friend was a black man, by the name...of James Duff. “Mr. Duff, this is my wife, Samantha. Samantha this is James Duff,” Douglas said making introductions. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Duff,” Samantha said greeting the guest. “Welcome to our home.” “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Silverton,” James said returning the greeting. “Please call me James.” “I will, if you will call me Samantha,”. After few days later I got the thing that she is quite frustrated lady as her husband is not doing any work. In evening when my mom dad use to go for a walk she used to come in garden only and we use to chat about here and there. After 15 days she become quite frank with me. There is one more interesting thing that her bathroom is just behind my room’s window and there is no gate on bathroom just a curtain, and every day when she used to go for bathing I wish that if the curtain is not there. Ugras was also getting a little carried away. She wasn't purring anymore but speaking loudly. Some words I knew, but others were lost on me.She was still dressed, and I really wanted to get to her myself. That wasn't allowed just yet apparently.There were still some little nipple tugs going on, and the fist was going faster and faster, and she managed to carry on doing all that whilst at the same time finding my clit with her tongue.Now I was in heaven, the pleasure outweighing any discomfort. She nipples were pointing towards the ceiling and incredibly hard. She had taken to waxing her pussy which was visible with her legs slightly open. She left just a tiny patch of bright red hair at the very top. She was soaking wet and said that she had been thinking about this all day. I said you have no idea as I attached the first handcuff. She gasped and looked a little worried but I told her a code word that if she said it I would get her out right away. The code was "monkey". Not likely to.