He had given up asking for it years before. And at no time had his wife ever allowed the slightest particle of sperm to come anywhere near her mouth. ...is whole married life consisted of cold rejection. Geeta, on the other hand, did everything a woman possibly could to make him feel accepted. For some years the customer had been going to massage parlors as a matter of routine, and was used to being hustled along by rushed service providers who often didn't seem to care too much about the quality. Just i was about to go back to my room I saw her coming out toilet looking for something and I went up and ask her what are you looking for and she didn't reply me. So I ask her again and she finally told me by whispering to my ear "I am looking for my camisole" with a embarrassed look on her face.I then told her perhaps she dropped it or she didn't bring it out from her room. While i was talking to her I notice her nipples through her shirt so i kept on talking to her and kept on looking at. Taken by surprise your hands instinctively reach out and grab his legs as your mouth opens around his lycra covered shaft. He growls at you, "Suck on it." You try, but you are distracted. Those hairy legs... like massive tree trunks. You can feel the muscle, so strong and so big. You rub your hands up and down those massive legs. You reach down and the calves are like bowling pins, so hard and large. As your hands slide up his legs you find the most incredible ass capping them. Wrapped in. All along the stone walls red glowing runes appeared. They pulsated with power and purpose.The apparition continued to fade. "NO, blast ... the wards have been tripped; those cuffs must have been spelled!" The runes grew a brighter red ... yet the room seemed to be getting darker ... as if the ancient symbols sucked the light from the very air.The apparition faded away ... whispering words of revenge.The room was dark ... the red symbols disappeared as quickly as they appeared.My heart was.