“OPEN” she ordered as if I were an animal. I complied, though slowly. She placed a round rod of some sort between my teeth. “Bite down” The ro... was a plastic like material. I felt her wrap something around my face and head; it was a strap to hold the rod in place. She then clicked something to the cock ring, and then put thick collar around my neck. I felt the coldness of a chain that ran from the collar to the ring lying against my chest.Moments later, I heard the sound of the shops step. She watches me intently. A moist poke against my bottom. OMG. Another "unhhh" from me, this time it was no purr. Still I try to hold her gaze. Invasion. I wiggle and try to relax against the inevitable. When fully penetrated, I sigh out one more low-toned "unhhh."In response, she gives me her best Grinch grin and must have pressed something else up on the wall because the inserted dildo begins to inflate. Like listening to the increasing pitch as water fills a glass to the brim, I start. It was a Saturday evening. My door was partially opened. Nikita came in and asked for help. She said, “I have some problem in my kitchen. Can you have a look”? I said, “Ok I am coming”. I followed her to her kitchen where she said, “I think there is a leakage in gas regulator”.I examined the regulator and said, “Aunty you better not use it. Get a new one”. She nodded her head, okay. She didn’t wear any dupatta and being close to her, for the first time, her deep cleavage caught my attention.. With tit-meat literally oozing around his face Brian stared at the camera, his body and the woman's glistening with sweat.Reaching the woman's head, Tom realized that his horrible suspicions had come true. It was Jen, his wife. Her head was arched back, mouth agape, as if she were staining through and extremely intense orgasm."Tom, are you there?" Jen said."Yeah." Tom muttered as he felt nausea kick in and leaned over his garbage can."Honey, I need to go, okay. Don't worry about a thing, Brian.