Malkin ko mai chodunga. And then they left. I knew his boss intentions. We had dinner and then his boss and me left for our home. While we were on our...way. He asked me whether I would like to see his bungalow. I said its too late and what his wife would think bringing a women late night. Then he said he is alone tonight and his wife has went to her mothers place. I got his mind set and said okay. After we reached his home he offered me some more wine and played some music. I was getting aroused. I reached up with my free hand and took the clamps off her nipples quickly. The pain of the returning blood flow only served to increase the power of her orgasm as she bucked her hips into my face and drove my finger deeper into her ass. Slowly the orgasm subsided and she sagged down supported by her arms and my shoulders, hanging limply between the bed posts. I pulled my finger from her ass and leaned my face away from her cunt. My face and chest were soaked in our cum. I swung her hips. The whole time she is doing this, she is also refusing to let me touch her, she is slapping my hands and covering my eyes, making it so she was in total control, even going as far as to call me a fucker or man whore. This went on for a few weeks and many fuck sessions, but then suddenly, things took a turn in a whole new direction. She was straddling my legs with my cock buried inside her pussy and she was working my nipples and biting my neck. It was one of the best and sexiest fucks we had. She was relieved to see he had retired back into the house as she tentatively put her hand back on the control panel, took a deep breath, and pushed the bubble-jet massage button. A rush of air seemed to levitate her off the seat as the amazing sensation of a thousand little fingers danced across her skin. The racing, swirling bubbles lightly tickled her neck at the waterline as she unconsciously began caressing the buttons again. Her pain now a distant afterthought, she allowed herself to.