" Go on, my darling man. Tell me." Well, yes, she was there looking as lovely as ever (dig in the ribs) but a bit out of sorts. You know how she's nor...ally bouncing with life?" Yes!" Well, she seemed a bit piano and came to find me after about half an hour of the reception and said "Safe haven." Go on" I sensed that she was in need of help of some sort." Ye-es!" So I took her out for dinner at a super Italian restaurant that she knew in South Ken." Ye-es!" And she spilled the beans. She had had. She: Yeah. It seems genuine. Fake ones have an automated reply.And so our chatting started. She introduced herself as Vanisha, a housewife with a 3-year-old kid, living with her in-laws in Indore. Her husband had a touring job. About her sex life, it was awesome but before delivery. After that, her husband lost interest in her. He even told her that she has lost her charm.We chatted casually for about 3 hours after which her husband came and she had to go offline. Next day, while chatting she. He let his balls ejaculate as much as they would but Tom knew from his several years of fucking experience that there was much more jism where that had just come from. Pulling out of Julie's wet cunt, Tom turned to Mandy and told her what he had in mind for her that morning."Mandy, my lady, you're now going to suck me to full erection again and then you're going to come sit on my lap and ride me until I shoot off inside your horny tight young cunt. You understand me?" Tom asked, knowing by now. "You have done well, slave. That felt wonderful."Lily beamed at her from her kneeling position, the water plastering her hair to her head and pelting at her face. But she didn't care. Her Mistress's pleasure filled her with joy.With the water pouring down and the steam filling the shower it was impossible to be sure, but Lily thought she noticed a slight shift in Mistress's posture – as if she were relaxing after a long day of work."You can stand up now, Lily." The voice was different, too –.