Then Chaithali and I decided to date on Sunday. We spent whole day together remembering old romantic days, sexual days, outings, dating, etc. We did l...t of sex that day. She said I cannot get such feeling with my husband. You have special charisma etc. We had four rounds of hard fuck that day.During dating day, she asked me, hey Sanju, my sister will be coming to you for internship now. Don’t spoil her yaar. I said, you are enjoying with me from your virginity days, now why do you have to. Her hands shook, the fear was shaking her body telling her to run, to fight, to just even move. But her heart screamed, ‘No, I trust in Master.’ He did not squeeze.Holding her neck upright, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you scared, pet?”She was. She was terrified. She wanted to say no. A good girl would say no. But she couldn’t lie to Master, she just couldn’t. “Y-y-yes, Master.”“Be not afraid, my sweet. You have obeyed me in all things, and you are about to learn a new truth. When she was sure he had finished she took him into her mouth once more. Sucking his softening cock she manoeuvred herself so that she could again look at Carl's face. When their eyes met she released it and smiled at him. Then she gave it one final kiss and sat back in the sofa. Casually she picked up her discarded panties and proceeded to wipe her face and to mop his semen from her breasts. Carl sat down beside her. And I was suddenly aware that the trousers of my best suit were covered in. I moan with pleasure and hold your head to my chest. You re-surface to my lips, kissing me once more before slowly pushing me back to my bed. You’re ontop of me, kissing me madly, kissing me, dominating me, kissing me so fiercely! Your lips again leave mine to go down my body. You throw my bra to the floor and tease my breasts. Your hands cupping and grasping them as I softly moan. Your rough hands move down to my skirt, tugging it off. My thong is still on me. You leave it. It’s not important.