“Good. Play with it. I know you want to, so you should get used to it.” A lump formed in my throat again as I wasn’t sure what to do. I turned t...wards him as he moved his butt to the edge of the couch and leans back. My hands moved to the large cock that stood up slightly in between his legs and wrapped them around it. I tried to move them up it, but the friction caused by our sweat was too much. “Spit on it, that’ll help,” he suggested, so I gathered up some spit in my mouth and moved my head. "What is the neighbourhood like?" she enquired without preamble.He blustered and she looked at me."It is a bit rough but not too bad. The Central line tube station is fiveminutes walk, the shops ten. The forest is a short drive and the area hasplenty of green." Thank you Sussette, succinct and relevant information, there may be afuture for you." She smiled at me and I felt great. "Can't expect anhonest answer from a man who is trying to rent the place to me, if heever gets his tongue untied.". If any unsatisfied bhabhi or aunty from Faridabad who wanted to get satisfied then email me on Full privacy will be there.So after many days of published my story, I got a message on my gmail , her name was kritika ( name changed). She told me she like the story of mine , so I was happy so someone said it was nice . She was married , having two kids . & her age was 36 . But she was not satisfied with her husband because after giving birth to her second child , her husband was least intrested. I know you can’t talk to me but I’ve got a way of asking a couple of questions. If the answer is yes wriggle your tongue, do you understand?”Greg moved his tongue in the tube.“Excellent. Right toilet. First question, did you get into the box willingly? To fulfil your fantasy?”Greg reluctantly wriggled his tongue. He had a spark of hope that if he might be able to communicate to Ben that he wanted out.“Good, didn’t want that on my conscience. Second question, had you arranged with Craig to stay.