I tried to reel in my dirty mind and raging cock. The path they were leaning toward would lead to madness. The cold fear of letting my wife down almos... helped. There was something I didn't recognize in her voice when she asked, "Were you masturbating?" I didn't answer right away because my mind was trying to identify her tone. Was it fear? Loss? It was still there when she said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It was dark in here and it kind of looked like you were, but it was wrong of me. ” She settled on the mattress with a grace only slightly marred by her youthful enthusiasm, and appraised me, tucking her lip between her teeth as if in deep thought. As for me, I simply lay there, staring at her, transfixed, my memory of the night before slowly returning. I’d made a promise, an oath in fact, to give myself to her, not as a lover, but as a pet, a plaything. The journey from rescuer and teacher had led, inevitably to this place. My role as equal had vanished, eclipsed like the. The remnants of the previous hour. My pussy languishing in the memory of his exertions. His tongue is even better than I had imagined. I study his naked body – the hairy chest next to the soft skin beneath his arms. The faint outline of his ribs beneath the flesh, of his hip bones. Tender. Delicate. I want to scrape my fingernails across them. To mark him. To watch the blood rising to the surface. He hasn’t looked back at me. My silent, predatory gaze seems to be unnerving him now. I can see. Main rat ko gaya to maloom huwa keh bhaiee panjab gayay huway hain. Mahreen so chukee thee. Bhabee nay kaha keh main bohat pareshan hoon is larkee kee wajah say aur issay sabaq sikhaoongi aissa keh saree umar yad rakkhay gee. Bhabee nay kaiee bar yeh kaha thaa main suntha raha aur kaha keh acha batho keya kam hay. Bhabee nay nehayat pur sukoon ho kar jo kaha to usany mairay wujood ko hila kar rakh deya. Wooh keh rahee theen keh main mahreen say abhee sex karoon. Maiany cheekh kar kaha keh pagal.