This is of course a true story it took place in Kolkata. When where and why I was there is immaterial. I was there for some duration. I am sure everyo...e has heard about Salt Lake in Kolkata. I had got a number of a Bengali house wife via chatting let’s call her Mrs. M. It’s not that she was desperate and gave out her number the very 1st day. We used to talk often and one day she handed out her number to me. I have delighted and excited at the same time. Dirty mind thinks always about sex can’t. My restraints were ondone and I was allowed to stand. For the firt time I was able to take in my captor. She was around 6 feet tall, blond hair with a pretty face. She was wearing a tight fitting sweater which did nothing to hide a pair of large breasts as I looked down I saw a slim fitting black skirt and sheer black stockings, she was wearing 4" heels in shiney black leather. Sharon encouraged me to lie on a bench and strapped my arms above my head, a belt wwas secured around my middle,. "Fucking amazing, ah god" Having fun, babe?" I ask."Mmmhmm" she mumbles with her mouth full of his rigid dick.I watch this for a while, her head twisting and bobbing up and down. Since her ass is facing me I can see how soaked she is. I really want to go over and sink my dick into her, but I know that this is her time and I don't want to interrupt."Let me eat you for a while." He says, and she stands up, flopping down onto the couch beside him. She spreads her legs for him as he stands up and. She shut her eyes as I ran my hands from her shoulders down to her breasts, so that my fingers lightly caressed the top of her tits and my palms softly rubbed her nipples."You do that so good," she whispered. I ran my hands all over her, taking in the warm sensations of her supple body as she went to the faster pace that she liked. She looked so gorgeous that I had to pull her up to my face again and gobbled on her wet snatch. She shrieked and shouted out as I gave her everything I had. She.