''Get down and lick my cunt out!''She hiked her dress up around her waist and spread her hosed legs, her tights were laddered, ripped open at the crot...h and she was without knickers. I almost came in my pants at the sight of her, I still hadn't told her about the depth of my nylon fetish at this point, but I was pretty sure she had some incline. Her cunt was glistening, wet and puffy around the outer labia. ''Tongue fuck me Mick!'' She demanded and I slid my tongue into her sopping wet hole,. He wasn’t unkind, just never contemplated giving in. My mother didn’t understand but I did. I understood completely. He made me compete with him for everything. And he always told me to use every advantage I had.''I started as a junior reporter on a local paper. I didn’t want or need to go to University so I had a head start over all the young graduates. I did fuck anyone who wanted me to and who could help me. The latter was the only important thing, not their sex or age.''When I came to this. As I walked up his garden path I was so excited at what was happening, I was gagging for his cock and was excited to whatever he had planned. I knocked at the door and he answered wearing only a dressing gown. He said "come on in son, happy birthday. This is going to be a night to remember, I want you straight upstairs into the bathroom, there are some clothes out lying for you, put them on and come back into the front room for your surprise." I smiled and ran up the stairs, I could hear him. She didn’t even have enough time to realize what was happening as this man quickly pushed his hand deep into her sari till her crotch with one push.She mumbled, but must have realized, that she couldn’t shout and attract attention with this man’s hand in her sari. It would be too embarrassing. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand inside.My wife’s face was distorting due to the effort she was putting in trying to free herself and also due to her anger. But she had to be.