Mein jab bhi unse milta mere dimaag me hamesha inke liye galat baat dimaag me aati thi aur aati bhi kyun na wo sunder itni thi wo jab bhi milti kabhi ...era haath pakadti kabhi kuch karti hamesha koi na koi bahana dhoonti thi lekin tab tak mein itna dhyan nhi deta tha jab tak unse meri whatsapp pe baat nahi shuru hui thi. Wo kabhi images bhejti kabhi videos bhejti , kabhi pyar bhari shayari bhejti . Mere mann mein shaq sa hone laga ki kuch to gadbad h. Ek din wo mere se baat kar rhi thi to aise. She felt deliciously naughty, vindicated, and there was no denying that she’d experienced the most intense orgasms of her life. She was still quivering even though it had likely been more than a half hour since she’d spiraled down from the heights of mind-numbing ecstasy.Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of the reverie she’d slipped into. With some effort, she reached over and picked up her purse from where she’d dropped it on a nightstand. The message that had just arrived was from Tracy,. What can this be she wondered it must be from Dora she thought as she opened it. In the box was a skimpy black silk dress with spaghetti straps. Another package contained a black satin garter belt, a thong and a pair of black silk stockings with a seam in the back. A small box contained garish red make up. The final box contained a pair of black high heels with a slender ankle strap. This was not the uniform of the day for Celestial Escort service. These were the garments of a prostitute. She. She grabbed my hand and led me over to her lover, introducing him as Lukas. I shook my hand to his and Ana said again:“Do you want to watch him continue, honey”. A soft and single “yes” escaped from my lips. The black guy was still a little unsure, but Ana got on all fours over the bed and he mounted her from behind; keeping an eye on me to make sure I stayed sitting a little far from them…I watched as Lukas made my sweet wife his black cock slut. She did not miss a beat pushing her ass against.