While she does, I begin to caress her right breast through her tee shirt. I can feel her bra and stiff nipple underneath. So firm and certainly real. ... feel her lips kiss the head of my cock. They are warm and wet. Her tongue starts to swirl around the head. Flicking the underside of my cock’s head with her tongue, it spasms up and down. I am not going to last long. “MMMMM” I moan. “I am not going to last long” her mouth starts to go up and down my shaft.I grasp her head and pull it into my. I understand that as a faithful wife, you can’t let me penetrate your pussy. But a woman’s virtue is not determined by her ass. There is no harm in having some foreplay with your butt. I saw how much you were enjoying it.Shreya: You don’t understand, Kishan. Wouldn’t my husband find out if you poke my ass?Kishan: Trust me, Shreyaji. Unmarried girls nowadays do anal sex all the time. They do it because their future husbands can never find out about that. They can only tell if a girl had vaginal. Carefully and slowly standing up, Marion checked to ensure that her petticoat and other undergarments had kept the moisture from leaking through to her skirts and was pleased to find that it had."If only," she thought, "I could find something to plug myself up with."Marion blinked a few times at her own perversion as throngs and a veritable menagerie of options came to mind. Shaking her head slowly to clear it, she carefully started to remove her unclean underclothes. It would have been. It did him no good here, except maybe for the way they taught you to shut out everything that threatened one's concentration. He had almost gotten the hang of it."Than one almost looked like he was going to buy you. Pity, he looked like a charming old fellow."Jord softly shook his head. The fellow slave standing next to him, Orolf, was a real smart mouth for being property. Strange coincidence had it that he had ended up in the custody of the same slave merchant as another young man from his.