Main ye bhi samajh gayi ki jab bhi main chut sehlaati thi bathroom mein to Sasur ji hi bahar khade hote the. Saara din mere dimaag mein Sasur ji ke hi...khayal aate rahe. Unke muh se lund hilaate hue jo mera naam nikal raha tha woh cheez mere dimaag mein baith gayi thi.Jaise taise maine fir se mafi mangne ki himmat ikathi ki aur main Sasur ji ke room mein gayi. Maine tight pajama aur t-shirt pehni hui thi. Maine darwaza khatkhataya aur ander chali gayi. Sasur ji sofa pe baithe TV dekh rahe. I could feel his heartbeat pulsating deep within my loins and with each beat, my sex stretched and became more accommodating to my bull. I thought briefly of my husband and how I wasn’t only here for myself but also for him. I was now ready. It was time to give my bull the only thing I had……everything. I then cried out to my bull: “It’s yours, I’ve always been yours since we met”, “Take it”. As if being unleashed, my bull began thrusting himself into me and ever increasing rhythms. With each. The feeling was sensational, almost too much for him to take. Having not had a woman for awhile, he felt as if he would explode quickly. His body started moving in a pattern, as if making love to her mouth. The feel of her mouth around his cock, made him want more of her, but then she stopped, took his hand and led him into the shower. Once she knew she had his full attention, she stripped down and led him into the shower. She let the hot water cascade down his body, sending all his worries. .. strapped to this God-awful machine... in front of my husband... and who knows how many other people.”She shouldn’t have said that– even silently to herself– because as soon as she said it, she began imagining dozens of people sitting behind the mirrored glass windows watching her writhe in her restraints. She had no idea who they really were, but she could clearly see faces in her mind. They were her friends... her teachers from high school... her ex-boyfriends... the girls she once ran.