I used my safe word. All color drained out of her face, and she went stock-still, myear still pinched tightly between the nails of her thumb andmiddl... finger. "What did you say?" Her tone was disbelieving,which is understandable. In the six months since she firstgave me the word and explained its use and purpose, since Ifirst gave over my pride to her keeping and moved into her home,the only time she has heard that word was at the start of asession when she made me repeat it. Some pretty. Sundar saalaye muh Se bol!“Ji ji Bhaiya. Meri gand aapki hai . ”And … I said ?” bhaiya Meri gand maar do please . Mujhaye chudnaa hai aapse”And the moment he said that I jumped at top and with all my ability and might , after aligning the cock with his ass hole , managed to enter him in my first attempt ..He screamed, but I had him pinned down . Besides the extra pillows underneath made it difficult for him to wiggle free of the on slaught .With another hefty thrust I managed to enter another. She cringed at the bitter taste, but she didn't hate the position; she liked maintaining eye contact while kneading her client's balls, who seemed to appreciate the moment.Not wanting to let her breakfast go to waste by being too skilled at her job, she released her customer and attacked his shaft. It was a service girl's etiquette not to use her hands, so she had to peel his foreskin with her tongue, which allowed her to taste the remains of fresh urine...The girl immediately stopped, her. Gil took it well, my low sperm count, or so I believed. She even did her best to console me, if that's the right way to say it. Well anyway, and life went on. That is, it went on until now.I held the one page printout in my hand. I'd read it three times and was in the midst of my fourth read through. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The words were becoming blurred by my tears. I heard her car pull up in the driveway out front. I waited.My wife had been feeling real good for the past.