In the morning, I saw Nikita’s husband going somewhere with a bag. I came to know from her elder daughter that he was going for 10 days for some off...cial purpose. On the same night, I made a plan to fuck her. I didn’t know if I was going to succeed or not.At 11 pm, I knocked her door. She opened the door and seemed a bit shocked. I said, “Sorry to disturb you, aunty. I lost my door key”. She said, “Oh. You better come in. Will do something in the morning”. Things worked as per my plan. Nikita. As she explained, what appealed to Amanda was the idea of ceding control over her body and emotions to someone whose interest in her would be more likethat of a trainer or teacher than that of a lover. In addition, she enjoyed imagining my frustration at being forced to watch her body being manipulated by and responding to someone else.My initial reaction to this fantasy was ambivalent. On the one hand, I had a somewhat proprietary attitude toward Amanda's body and was less than enthusiastic. ”I applied more oil over her backdoor and my index finger as my hand kept massaging her back and butt. I pushed my oiled finger past the opening up to the first knuckle. A sharp intake of breath came from Monica as I moved the finger up and down for several seconds. Pushing in further, I kept my finger still as I continued gently rubbing her cheeks.“Are you okay?” I said, moving my finger from side to side. “Yes, it was a little painful at first.”“I’m going to push in all the way.”“Go ahead,. Once we were on the dance floor, he resumed his line about the need to keep our "affair" quiet. He told me I needed to calm down if I didn't want to make Chris suspicious.It made me sick. Oh I didn't spew, but the idea that I let this bastard hang horns on my Chris turned my stomach.I smiled at him, I gave him my most seductive smile and in the sweetest voice I could muster I said,"In today's society I'm not allowed to cut your balls off, but I'm going to ruin you. I'll have your job, your.