He had stopped tracing letters on her back and his hand had found its way to her thigh under her skirt, brushing the skin above her stocking tops, mov...ng upwards until he found her wetness, his mouth still insistent on hers, his fingers were just as insistent, pushing aside the soaked gusset of her panties and entering her, fingering her slowly, enjoying the slippery wetness of her juices. She kissed him back hard, her tongue teasing his, her hands in his hair loving the control he had over her. Then my phone started to load a short video clip. I hit play and turned up the volume. I could see now Ana, her thighs spread wide, offering him full access, as the black fingers went in and out of her cunt. My wife was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the different touch of his fingers. The video ended in less than fifty seconds and I immediately replayed it. Then I listened up and heard him talking quietly, something I missed first time around and. Woh hasta hua mere bagal mat par laet kar bola: Chalo ab ek 30 bar squat karo.Main: Squat?Woh apne lund ko hath mein pakad seedhe upar ki aor khambe ke tarah pakad bola: Iss par baith kar tum apni kamar ko upar aur neeche uthao!Main ye sunn aankh maarti hui boli: Yeah! Ye hui na asli squat exercise.Main uske jangho ke beech baithi uske lund ko hath mein lekar boli: Par pahle mujhe apne mehnat ka swaad to chakhne do.Trainer: Mmmm! Bilkul achche se chakh kar deho!Main uske lund par lage meri. “Don’t know, but it gave me a rash!”“Show me.”“I’m not showing you my tits, you pervert!”“Then show Imelda and get it sorted and then I’ll take you out scouting,” I promised with a sinking feeling, seeing the triumphant grin on her face.I’m not sure what advice or treatment Imelda gave Jukar, but five minutes later we were heading towards a small Sidhe encampment that was ostensibly keeping an eye on this part of the island to ensure the ‘rebels’ did not openly challenge the rule of Queen.