The way she flirty looked at me caused a murmur and twitch in my own jeans as my cock stirred. I could not help but look away from her beautiful shin...ing eyes to look down at her shapely boobs that were covered by a tight fitting white top that showed off a nice shapely cleavage. When I eventually brought my eyes back to her own, she had a sparkle in them and obviously appreciated the way that I looked her up and down and admired her.We made our introductions and I sat down next to her to. Bhohat motta hai pore khuli hoe hai dard ho rahi hai zara slow slow dalo…. Bhohat motta or lumba hai aapka…. Phaat jay ge… Ooohhhh… Ruko ruko or mat andar karna itna kafie hai.Khan bola bibi ge aapki choot bhohat mazay ki hai naram naram or tight dil to yahi kar raha hai sara lund aapkay andar daal don…. Nahi aysa mat karna mar jaon ge, phalhy he pore ki pore khuli hoe hai….. Aray tum to dhoohd mat peo jaldi say didi boli… Bus halki halki zubaan phairo.. Maza aa raha hai ab… Khan bola or dalon. I am untouched by anyone but him. I see the look in the eyes of other women. They too feel the draw of him. This is something else he does not notice.I am reminded of many things. One is that feeling I sometimes get watching his lips move. I stop hearing what words are spoken. The base beat of my heart drops and hits this nerve at my core. His rhythm vibrates within me. Even my thoughts are in tempo with his speech.He now whispers the things that he will do to me.I am reminded of seeing him. Never having had a court wife before I informed her that she could have the position on a trial basis and we left it at that. So now not only did I have two party wives but now I had a court wife. The world really had changed. You watch as the young woman who was now your court wife dress and before she can put her bra back on you tell her to leave it off. "Of course darling," she said putting the bra into her over sized pocket book. The name on her card read Mary Brown. "Is there anything else.