Then I removed her sari fromher body now she was in blows and petticoat. I kissed her all over her bodyabove the blouse she was moaning like "ahaa aha...aaaaa ahaaaaaaa" then I removedmy shirt and was only in my dooti. And my rot was erected to 90 degrees as I wasin dooti it could seen nicely as I have not wear any undergarments inside. ThenI slowly lifted her inner skit above the her knees. She was moaning loudly "ahaaahaaaaaa aaaaaaaaa" I was kissing her and pressing her boobs with one hand. I don't recognize you, so you must be Diane's husband." That's right," I said, holding out my hand. "I'm Doug Hansen," I managed before he nearly crushed my hand in his grip. It took all my self control not to react to his stupid stunt. What the hell was he trying to prove?"Boy, you sure got yourself a great looking wife, Doug, old boy. Just your size, too," he smirked."Yeah," I agreed vaguely, "lucky me."I'd only met the guy in the last thirty seconds and already I didn't like him."Excuse me,. What I wore, my watch, my car and how I was very gentle in my talks. And she decided I was ok. Well so far so good. She offered me a beer and which I gladly accepted, I really needed one to calm me down.As we kept talking about our lives I bent forward and kissed her on her cheeks. The next second our tongues were in each others throat. It was very intense. She really knew how to kiss. I am not bad either which was much appreciated. I wanted to go a step further but she stopped me and said she. WELT! He hit me again across my bulging heaving chest! The stinging sensation felt like it ran so deep it was through to the wood of the table surface. Another sharp straight clap had me with my eyes closed and wriggling like crazy in my restraints. What came next had me excited and massively nervous at the same time. I was being mounted, ass out, to the St Andrew’s Cross. He lifted up the back of my little red number detaching my suspenders at the back from my stockings, telling me he wanted.