I could feel my horniness in my belly. My skin crawled with anxiety as I thought about cramming my fingers into my snatch as I got home.Now, I stood i... the bathroom, refreshed from a nice warm shower, but still anxious with horniness. My mound and legs were smoothly shaven. I reached between my thighs and gently rubbed my clit.I could not wait any longer. I could not even wait for my hubby, since my beloved Victor was coming back home the next day.As I began to squeeze my clit between my. I went deeper and deeper until her lips were pressed against the soft curls at the base of my shaft.he held me there massaging me with her throat muscles before pulling back and continuing the in and out motion. I knew there was no way I could hold back this time. Mansi knew it as well. She looked up at me with her big eyes and nodded her head in consent just as she felt my manhood begin to swell. Her fingers went back to my scrotum and rubbed the firm ridge to encourage my release. It. She was wearing a simple tight white t-shirt and a very short red skirt. Her hair was undone and wavy reaching her waist. She was wearing bangles. Many red bangles.Her skin was milky white and shining. No evidence that hair has ever existed on that surface. She approached me maintaining eye contact. I sat up and with my mouth open. She approached me like a cat. Got close to me and said ” Are you ready?” I said “Yes”.She winked at me and said “no pressure but no competition. I play to win. and. No home, nomoney, no job. The house and car were hers, after all. And I liked ourlife together - I just needed to become the man of the house again.There were a lot of spankings over the first couple of weeks. Reallyvicious spankings, that left my bottom beet red and me in tears. Icouldn't sit properly for days on end. I finally decided that, maybe ifI cooperated just a little, she would get tired of the game. So Iactually started dressing myself in my new clothes in the morning,without her.