The toys were rounded out by anal beads. Five beads in a string, each bead slightly larger than the one before it. It was obvious her fascination with...anal sex had led to her “extras”.“What do you think?” she asked. I scanned the toys on the bed. “I think….umm….interesting” I spluttered. I couldn’t really think of anything else to say. She began to laugh. “Oh my God the look on your face” she said “it was priceless. I can’t wait to try some of these honey. We are going to have so much fun”.. I knew Soma before her marriage as she used to live in our neighborhood. She was one year junior to me in school. Even when she was young Soma was a bombshell. She had well developed boobs even at class nine. I remember one day I caught Soma in a deserted lane. Actually I followed her there. When I saw no one else were there I caught her for behind and groped her. I put my hand inside her shirt and felt the softness of her bosom. She did not object. She let me feel it and then said leave me or. The problem with option two was the language barrier again. But she was sure in a pinch she could get the message pretty well across.Then there was option three. Of her choices, option three had the dual distinction of being the most desirable and yet the most dangerous. Since she had already obviously strayed from the safe path she had followed all her life, even if she couldn't remember it, she could make the best of it.Later on, when she was thinking a lot more clearly, Estelle would be. Angel got ready to receive that which he had to give her. She only had a few seconds to prepare when he let go.He thrust as deep as he could go and she felt the splash hit the back of her throat. She tried to swallow as fast as she could to keep up with his delivery, but he was much faster than she was. Soon her mouth filled and tiny amounts dribbled down from the sides of her mouth. As soon as her Master had completed his third thrust into her mouth, Angel started to catch the overflow.