I feel like I’m holding my breath but I’m not. After about six or seven layers of wrap, you finally take a step back. You're watching me again. Yo... begin squeezing my breasts. It's almost painful. Instinctively my nipples harden and you cut out small circles through the wrap to all my nipples to be exposed. The fresh air against my nipples make them harder. I sit here handcuffed, blind-folded, torso bound up with my nipples exposed and my pussy has never been more wet. I still don’t know what’s. I then saw that a cab stopped at the entrance of the coffee shop. Reddy got down and went in. I instantly recognized the man who fucked my wife last night.“I have reached,” I received a text from Reddy.I took a deep breath and walked towards the coffeehouse. I didn’t even know why I was meeting this guy. All I could think of him was that he’s bad news. But still, I wanted to know what happened in the washroom last night between Reddy and my wife, Kavita.I saw him sitting, he saw me, and I could. Neatly dressed in their assigned uniform, she greeted all costumers with a bright smile - a bright smile and a little white board that says: “Welcome to our shop. I’m a mute. May I take your order?” With diligence in her work, combined with an unblemished cheerfulness, it wasn’t long till the costumers fell to the charm of her voiceless language and answered her written questions as if they were talking to someone normal. And after a good few minutes the arriving costumers faded and the mute. Quite frankly she hoped not. She didn’t want him to be that kind of man, and if he had become that type, she didn’t think they stood a chance after all. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that she probably had lost her husband forever. Silently, she made her choice. Oddly, she could only smile in relief when she realized she’d had the courage to face her demons and slay them. She managed to turn her head, opened her eyes and looked at Jake. She didn’t see the man she’d fallen in love.