I had never in mylife seen anyone cum before, so for me it was amazing, not so much thescene of him cumming, but more so that I had given him pleasure...byplaying with him, I had turned him on, a man. The act of holding hiscock, the act of wanking a man, the act of making him cum, when it was methat he was cumming for. He reach down for my hand and stopped me wankinghim more, he smiled.In the act of submission, the part that I was to play for the rest of mylife, I was asked to go to the bathroom. Raj said that he would give the evidence and the money if I defeat him in rummy (a game with cards).I have played with ramesh and with my relatives but would win most of the matches, I liked his deal and I asked what if I lose. He said if I lose the game I should hand over my saree to him. I couldn’t respond quickly I couldn’t pick my choice. I finally accepted his deal. Game started I got few good chards I looked Raj he looked dead on seeing his card, game moved on and I was about to finish. . completely back to normal. Maybe we can get him to do some things ... better. Like more attention to his studies and things like that. For his own good, of course,” Claire thought aloud, seeing some benefits from this, “so, out of curiosity, how would this help me and your father again?”“Well, Mom, it could make work and housework less stressful for you, help you find better ways to handle conflict in the marriage, maybe even make Dad a better husband and father, make you a better wife and. "Shit!" she swore. "Put it in me right here, right now! I dare you!"I thrust two fingers between her labia and into her cunt as far as they would reach. My thumb rubbed her clit as I finger fucked her."Give me your fucking dick!" she demanded, her hands working at the fly of my jeans. I slapped her hands away, unbuckled my belt, and removed it from the belt loops. I placed the belt around her neck to improvise a collar and short leash, as it were. Then I took my hand out of her cunt and led her.