She started to scream in pain and help my head and ordered me to be gentle. I was rounding my tongue around her nipples and sucked it like a baby goat...when it milk from her mother. She then started to kiss my chest and she licked my nipples and bit it. Was an awesome feeling.Then I removed her saree and her petticoat. She was standing nude just wearing a rope like think around her waist and her thali in her neck.Her pussy wasn’t it shaved. I think she shaved it before a year.First I hesitated. I found the usual pile of mail that Christie set aside on the dining room table and sorted through it. Three-quarters junk mail and one quarter bills. The only exception was a plain manila 5 X 8 envelope with my name and address, but no return address. I stuck my finger in it and ripped it open. A single piece of paper and what turned out to be a memory card were inside.I opened the folded page to a typed message.What you see is the truth. The camera doesn't lie. Too bad Diane couldn't accept. “I wore this just for you this morning. Do you like it?” She loosened the belt of the peignoir and let it fall open, reaching inside to cup her firm breast. Through the sheer material I could see a plump round breast resting in her hand, her finger tracing the edge of a dark, barely veiled nipple. “It’s beautiful on you. You are a very lovely woman, Sari.” As I looked up from her breast into her dark brown eyes I felt her hand on my thigh tracing lightly up the inside of my pant leg. “Would you. That's right readers, my husband was the customer being walked into the room. I froze, and my mistress knew that I was trapped. She was all smooth, undressing him and talking to him while I could barely breathe, and he was bound to the frame against the wall. She basically dragged me before him, and it was then that I started paying attention to their conversation. She had him begging for his wife to save him. He didn't know it was me! She had him offering me as his freedom, each time she asked.