I began pushing again and my cock slipped another inch or so into her."Ohh Jaaames ... Ohh, you are stretching me so wide! This feels incredible..."A ...it further and I felt her hymen and I stopped. "What did you stop for? Is something wrong?" she asked, raising her head off the pillow."No, nothing is wrong. I've reached your hymen. It's a thin membrane covering your vagina. You'd call it your cherry. I need to get through it to go further."Now, this might hurt a bit, I won't kid you. But once. Any unsatisfied lady or girl want to have any secret relationship more welcome, you can always reach me at , I am just a mail away from you babes.It was a drowsy Saturday, whole day i spent little drowsy and just passed the day and in the evening I decided to visit a pub to get relaxed so I dressed up neatly and went to a pub, as stages were seen as villains in pubs and no entry for dance floor, I choose a corner and sat there and enjoying the music, there at the other corner I found an angel. I know too well the consequences of not obeying my mistress. My punishment would be a 2 hour session of pleasing her without the opportunity to orgasm myself, having to wait another 24 hours with a massive stiff cock and bursting blue balls. As usual, she doesn't disappoint. I enter the dim, candle-lit room and drop to my knees before her. She stands before me with black knee-length boots with stilhetto heels, a tiny sheer g-string that barely covers her sex triangle, a black half-cup bra that. To be honest ladies and gentlemen, when I heard my wife’s full name, I had to snicker at it but all in all I thought it was cute. ‘Snicker my ass baby. You laughed like Hell at it.’ Derisa tells me as she walks in my eye sight. I give her a good look over and I have to say, I’m the luckiest man alive right now. Derisa is wearing a strawberry red see-thru nightie only. Her fingernails and toenails are painted red as well. She sits down next to me, wraps her arms around me and lays her head on.