She watched her reflection as she brushed her soft hands over the full white mounds of her breasts, pausing to tease their little pink nipples into bu...sting hardness before moving down over her ribs and the flattened bowl of her belly to rest on either side of the damp, feverish cunt-lips up between her spread thighs. There, with the edges of both hands gently pressuring inward against the hair-fringed folds of sensitive flesh, the naked young wife began a lewd, self- gratifying massage,. Yet, he doesnt touch her because he is waiting until she begs. He waited a few days patiently, waiting for this day. Where she would be on her knees begging for him. He strokes her chin and grins his sadistic grin. Fear flashes in her eyes and she knows it is all to obvious, but he loves that. He reminds her she knows better than to beg without being told to do so. He bends her naked body over his lap. SMACK. His hand hits her ass. once, twice, three times. He counts to ten before bending her. Ali: I know. Auntyji told me yesterday that you will be alone from today.Me: Ok.He filled the milk into the container. He was hot, and I decided to try my luck. So I started small talk.Me: It’s a hot day. Have you still got many places to deliver?Ali: No. Your home is last on the route.I took it as a good sign. So I invited him home for tea. He accepted it gladly. He came inside, sat on the sofa, and relaxed. He opened his upper shirt buttons. His hairy muscular chest was visible. It was. After a few minutes, we were dropped off outside an apartment building. She lead me upstairs, into her home.It was modest, yet tasteful. There, she ordered me naked, before handing me only a lacy pink thong and some lipstick. I eagerly put on the thong, feeling my cock stretch against the girly material. I applied the lipstick, feeling more girly and submissive than ever. She then led me to the living room, and ordered me to kneel on the floor. She sat nearby on the couch. “Today, my little.