During my college days, I was very muscular due to my rigorous sports routine. But after marriage, I lost all that muscle and became very skinny. I st...ll look very good, people compliment me all the time, some even fantasize of fucking me, but I don’t always feel so good as I used to.My husband and I were supposed to take a cab after a short conversation with Singh sir on the roadside. But he insisted on dropping us home.“I’ve got a car. I can take you home,” he said. “Okay, sir,” my husband. "I'll give you a day to think about it." Her look of terror made me smile as I lowered the panel, locking her into a tiny steel box. I'd made sure to turn up the heat in the dungeon, so within an hour, Sarah was probably boiling in her dark tomb. There weren't any breathing holes, but air could easily get into the thin seams around the metal plates. The air would get stuffy, but she would be fine. It was the psychological effect of being in total darkness, chained by the nose in a cramped. My own roughness surprised and thrilled me – I shoved her on and off my cock as much as I drove my own body into hers. The feeling of her sliding up and down my shaft was incredible. Her sheath squeezed almost like it was trying to make me cum more quickly to spare a prolonged assault. It just made me want to drive further and harder.My orgasm started the base of my spine, rising through my body, and finally rocketing to my brain and penis at the same time. I had the presence of mind to slam. . nothiing I guess." Then pay the bill, Baby and let's spend some time together -- alone." Yes," she smiled uncertainly."The room was on the second floor of a downtown hotel only one step removed from being described as a flea bag. Trixie had spent the last of her savings but the dinner had been so expensive that all she had left was just enough for the room.A single glance was all it took to encompass the room. Cramped bathroom of indeterminate cleanliness, sagging bed, single night stand and.