A husband, you got to be a lady! I don’t need to know, but I’m sure you were not a lady in Houston ?" She turned took two step... toward the door to the night spot we had come to and than she stopped and looked back at me and said. "Your father married a lady and I have always been that in our world! This week I'm not!" The place had a small lounge/bar with the wicker chairs and small round tables to enjoy a drink and at 10 PM a small jazz. Names and places have been changed but the events are true and described as happened. I hope you enjoy it. I certaintly did.This was when I used to live in nagpur. I was preparing for my engg. And had rented a room close to my institute. It was a neighbourhood with big posh houses and sterling hotels and restaurants. One in which I lived though, resembled more to a haunted villa. It was crumbling and in terrible need of repairs our landlord mr sharma (name changed) used to live downstairs with. A flicker of confusion crosses her features. It is obvious she didn’t intend to shut up, and is confused as to why she followed my instructions. “Come in and close the door, Anna.” As she quietly follows my instructions, I can see the fury building; her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and her eyes glint dangerously, but nary has a sound passed her lips. “Have a seat and we’ll talk about this in a moment.” As she sits in a nearby chair, I walk to the door and lock it. I then. Having him coat my tits with his hot, lava like semen. Feeling him tense and shoot into my pussy or ass, the pulsing of his cock as he emptied into me sending me over the edge. My pussy started getting wet again as these images flashed through my mind. I looked up to see my Mistress watching me, an expression on her face that I didn't recognize. I quickly excused myself to go make dinner, praying that this matter was laid to rest. After dinner, she held me close, cuddling me, my face.