" As she unzips my fly and undoes the button on my jeans and you slide your hand in. As she pulls my cock free it springs to life standing as rigid an... at attention as a soldier. I watch as Ms. Clark pulls your pencil skirt up above your knees and I lick my lipsShe smiles and says "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?" She slides onto your knees and gently stroke my cock in your hands. Again, my cock twitches at your touch. Ms. Clark leans forward and slide her tongue around the head of. However the girl, whose maternal uncle raised her with fairy tales of princes, found a reason to refuse even the most eligible of suitors until she met Sir Edward Manderley, who breezed into London society one Thursday evening and soon become the topic that sparkled upon everyone’s lips. An enigma without a tangible past he delighted all he spoke to with the air of mystery that hung about him like a cape. It was known that he had invested his considerable wealth in properties in the East End. He shifted again, so I could release the other one, too. Now, when he straightened he was between my legs, my knees were up, near his hips, his cock was touching my pubic hair, my cunt lips were partly open because - well - I was spread out for him. "No, don't stop." I whispered, to him, to me, and for Tom. He said "Show me what you want - show me exactly what your husband wants you to do. Show me what you think would turn him on." What an exciting, perverted idea. I reached for his cock. There. It was a Saturday and we had just finished some ferocious sex and were hungry and super horny too. Anu decided to head to the washroom and freshen up. I happened to have placed an order for Freshmenu, through Swiggy.I am not sure if it was due to it being a Saturday and there was lower traffic or was it simply because the Freshmenu kitchen was just a km away from the hotel I was staying at. The Swiggy delivery guy called in 15 minutes. I answered the phone and gave him the room number, unlocked.