That night when I and my husband were making out, it was all Pratik in my mind, and I was actually following his guidelines how he will like to fuck m... up.I started with tieing my husband on the chair, wore famous Indian dancers dress of choli and petticoat revealing my navel totally, and an amazing view of my cleavage. And started dancing in front of my husband and started teasing him by stripping my clothes and throwing them in his face and he was unable to move as he was tied up.I then moved. The two of them chit-chatted politely about the wardrobe, whilst I, less adept at social niceties, busied myself pretending to be figuring out the next steps in our furniture removal strategy.Ellen, on the other hand, excelled at this sort of thing. Within 30 seconds of learning somebody's name she could be totally at ease with them, talking to them as though they were lifelong friends. I loved that about her. Being with her made up for my dearth of any willingness or ability to develop. .She is hugging me tightly.Then I slowly started to press her boobs and inserted in to her deep pussy… My cock head was enjoying the pain and shruthi closed and rolling the eyes and she started to moan heavily. Then I hugged her tight and was moving good motion and she is screaming a bit and giving a huge breath … Slowly giving ahh ahhh hhhaaaa … Ummm ….Sounds…. Increasing the speed making her scream more and after few mints she started leaking drops from her eyes…Then I stopped and speed and. She had a very sexy appeal without been sluttish in any way. She was great, indeed. I noted several times that she had some kind of "Mona Lisa" smile on her face when she looked at me. Just like she was thinking, "Now or never."Of course, Monica's message to me could be an invention of the girl gang to help Chris get me back but I wasn't sure about that. I regarded the possibility that Monica had told me the truth as at least a fifty percent chance and if I wanted to do something to get even.