The lubes, toys and others were already lying on the bed and the big 52 inch Television was On there with some pretty nasty porn going on. I guess thi... man loved negro stuff, or maybe my mother and that Sunaina loved this kind of shit. They were here in the same room sometime back.He threw me on the bed and chained me on the bed. He went out of the room as my mom came inside with some food to feed me along with some vodka in a bottle. I was being fed and also being given heavy drinks of. She chose to turn around and face me and moved closer to me her breasts with her erect nipples pressing against my chest! For 2-3 seconds but it was fun. I looked straight into her pretty doe Bengali eyes. She looked at me and all I could see in those pretty eyes was lust and shame together for she coyly and sensually put her gaze down while her breasts stayed there for another second then we got off the bus!I was aroused! Completely. As I stepped out I could smell her perfume on my shirt also. She was afraid. She needed someone to take her home. I felt mingled pity and disgust.Pity won. We made our way down Eighty-fourth Street under the harsh orange glare of sodium arc streetlamps. Where did she live? Some town on the Island. Long Island. Where the rich folks lived. What the hell had I gotten myself into?She wasn't a bad looking broad, maybe on the wrong side of forty by a couple of years and a bit the worse for wear... but pretty classy for all that. Tight-fitting slacks and. I have no idea why we bought them and don’t ever remember actually using them. I think the bandana was something for Halloween a long time ago. I remembered where I’d seen them not long ago, in a chest of drawers in one of the spare bedrooms.I retrieved my “toys” and returned to my lovely wife, still lying on the bed. I asked her to sit up, but still to keep her eyes closed. When she did, I took the bandana and wrapped it around her eyes to be sure she wouldn’t be able to see a thing for my two.