It was more because of how good he felt than what they were doing. He felt invincible, never experiencing such a sense of euphoria before. ‘Don’t...you dare laugh,’ he heard her telepathic words of admonishment. They stopped, waiting before they got to the desk. She peeked around the corner and when the time was right, she hauled him by the arm — walking faster than before, until they were out the door. It was almost four o’clock in the morning. There was hardly any traffic. He couldn’t. Her pantyhose stockings were inviting me to rip them apart. Her navy blue skirt oozed out every bump in her curvaceous figure which I had barely noticed all these years. I was sweating although it was winter in Delhi. My white shirt was damp with sweat. She took a step forward. I thought time had stood still for this moment or if this was a part of a movie scene. But it wasn’t. This was real. It was our moment.She didn’t hesitate one bit and flung into my arms. We had practiced this for fun. He turned me and made me bend over again over the desk.He gave me a couple stinging spanks on each of my bare buttocks and afterwards I felt the cold lube landing onto my bum crack and running slowly down onto my very tiny butt hole.My husband’s finger soon started rubbing and massaging the lube into my bum hole as he prepared me for his horny cock. After a few minutes of fingering my ass, Victor left me and he stroked his cock as he lubed it up.He then moved down and placed his cock at the. And so, as patient as a predator, I wait looking at the window facing the entrance, which one had never seen the face of anybody who wanted justice to come before. And waited 20 hours drinking nothing but 5 coffee cups mixed with some Tequila I got from Mexico four years ago. And my eyes where already starting to sleep&hellip,nothing interesting had happened in front of that door, but it appeared to be enough time for such a clever detective like her. But I was hungry, and I wanted to taste.