The chair was bolted to the floor and he had tied his hands himself, and he could tie them in the dark if need be. They were bound tightly, laced betw...en the metal chair’s backing. The man in black had what could fairly be called quite a few peculiarities about him, and he had cultivated them honestly enough. He was born in a small bedroom town in Alabama where the smell of natural gas always hung faintly in the air. An old immense textile mill was an ever present fixture there, looming over. Her sari was below the navel. I could see her deep navel and white waist. She was perfect milf to be fucked for days and nights. By sari wearing style I came to know she is from the Marwadi community. I began to stare at her milky boobs. She caught me but ignored. I was thinking let me try my luck on her. She was talking to a man. Her husband and a small kid were with her.I was disappointed by seeing them. It was difficult to seduce this milf in front of her husband and kid. But I wanted to. Plain and simple. No exceptions, loopholes, or what have you. We’re finished as a couple. Probably for the best. The talk was coming, but I would have liked to end it nicer than this,” I stipulated.“What’s ‘the talk’ about?” Nadia asked me, truly puzzled.“Fidelity or lack thereof. I’m not the faithful sort. You probably would have kicked me to the curb for that,” I assumed.“That’s not how we do things in Russia. There’s never a ‘talk.’ Woman never bring it up. Man never bring it up. Man fucks. With that sound he feels her ass slowly before spanking her ass with as much intent to show he was ready and another for his own pleasure of feeling her ass tense and relax under his hand. she moans softly biting her lip as he moves again to the wall and retrieves the long leathery cat of nine. as he approaches again he drags the leather strands against her thighs, her ass, and up her spine before quickly bringing them down across her ass. "One, thank you master" she moans while smiling wide.