But, once every other weekend (either Saturday, or Sunday), he'd be home. So we worked the best time for him, and that was that.The Saturday I drove d...wn there was a cold, but bright and sunny, late January. The further south I drove, the more excited and antsy I became; but that was really part of what I loved about glory hole experiences---the initial uncertainty and nervous excitement; and that day proved to be no different from the others I'd known in that regard!Google Maps led me right to. I stood there and looked at her. Her hair was matted from the perspiration of her struggling. Her bound breasts were a light shade of blue and I could tell the ropes would leave a mark for her to hide from her husband. The raised marks from my slaps were like military strips that she had earned for being a good sub.Rolling her head back against the top of her chair she spoke to the ceiling. "Gawd, that was so fucking good."When I did not respond, or move, she looked back at me."Like what you. She picked up her clothes and ran out. Maybe she couldn’t control herself another minute and was still undecided to fuck this guy.Kishore took a deep breath and looked at Ritu. Ritu’s eyes were glazed with passion. She took off her top and sat in the chair. Kishore took out a flat iron and straightened Ritu’s hair from top to bottom. Once he was satisfied, he took out his trimmer and trimmed the end of the length in a perfectly straight line.I need my sideburns done like Neelam’s, said Ritu.. Well wh-what about f-foreplay? Or something?" I was stunned! Speaking without thinking, the rumors were true! The fairy races really were as fanatically lustful as the stories claimed! She threw her head back in a musical laugh."Fine then, I'll give you foreplay!" She practically pounced on me, delicate hands expertly undoing my zipper. Faster than I would have believed possible, her manicured, silky smooth fingers had extracted my hardening cock and gingerly stroked me. Before I could say.