Two days passed and by this time I couldnt sleep and woke up sweating alone in bed. I turned on the computer to ease my mind but then appeared another...message in my e mail from Chris. Should I click on it? I thought to myself for a few minutes. I opened the message with another attatchment labelled Wife Lessons 2. The opening was a nice view of Heather from behind tied over a chair. Both ankles were tied to the lower legs and her wrists bound tightly to each chair arm. I couldnt stand watching. Main chup chap baitha kanpne laga aur mera lund khara hone laga karuna mere lund ko dekh ke boli itni jaldi lund khara ho gaya tera yeh bolte hi sari ladkiyan mere pas aakar mere lund ko dekhne lagin ,Main wahan se hatna chah raha tha lekin karuna ne mujhe baitha diya tabhi anjali ne mera lund pand ke upar se hi pakad liya aur karuna mere shirt ke button kholne lagi aur anjali ne mera zip khol diya aur mere innerwear ke undar hath dalke lund nikalne lagi mujhe maza toh aa raha tha lekin main. I thought of every excuseand such that I could think of. I sat out front of the hotel for awhile. Did I really want to go in, after all these years?I finally figured, well she has my stuff, there is no excuse left in theworld. I went in and knocked at the door.She answered, "Who is it?"I simply said its me.She again asked, "Who is me?"I simply said my name and she said hold on, I will be there momentarily.As I stood there, I was more and more nervous. She finally answered thedoor. She said come. You decide to lay there and enjoy it and see where things go. I start at your shoulders... rubbing, massaging... work my way down your back... working your lower back, removing the knots that are there.... I slide my hands down over your hips, lingering for but a moment as I move downward and start massaging your thighs... did my finger just graze your pussy? Did I feel your swollen lips? Do I know how arroused you are? Or was it your imagination? I slowly rub the back of your thighs... your.