I felt my orgasm coming on and felt that she was close. Her eyes were riveted to my exposed pussy and her face was a mask of lust.My stomach convulsed...and my hips bucked. Her fingers were playing over her mound so furiously that I feared she was going to tear the fabric away. I leaned back and brought my other hand to my soaked pussy. I plunged two fingers inside of myself and heard her gasp. I then withdrew my soaked fingers and ran them up to my lips, placing them in my mouth.My tongue lashed. She asked kya bola and I said I love you madhu she dropped the phone and called me after 10 minutes asking sach bol rahe ho ya jooth I said sach next day was the same for her and she was looking very frustrated when I asked kya hua she kept quiet and she was sitting on the stairs and I joined her holding her hand and I asked why don’t you tell me what do you feel about me and she said you are just a friend.She was looking so beautiful at that time and then I suddenly kissed her cheeks and said. At this point, she agreed to at least masturbate me on Saturday evenings, and the rest of the time she told me that I would just have to jerk myself off. Obviously, this didn’t go over real well with me. I wasn’t sure where this relationship was going to go. I only had one friend that I could discuss this topic with, and his name was Denny. We had worked together for almost twenty years, and over the years, I could see there was some attraction between Denny and my wife Mary. I called Denny. Cazares, this is too nasty! How can you think of me in this way?!He laughed. He said, this is what I am doing to you. Get used to it, you horny bitch!And I submitted again to him, pushing aside my moment of shock. Yes, papi, I said. Do it to me. Make me a she-devil whore.I meant it, but I thought I would be only his. I would be his private puta in a way similar to my relationship with my first boss those years ago. Only, Mr. Cazares was not my supervisor, he was something very different.I went.