It took sometime before she had regained herself even enough to move from her forced position by him and try to even get up, I had to absolutely help ...er try and get out of that position.She was in terrible pain from it all, and I got her at least turned around and sitting right on the edge of the chair so her pussy would drain all his cum off onto the towel laid out there for this very reason.Once turned and sitting like this I reached out to her and hugged her and told her I was going to see. The heroine of this story is a reader of my previous story her name is Disha(changed) she was 29 years old married to a guy who stays in Delhi comes home twice or thrice a month. She stays with her 5-year-old daughter and her body I don’t know exactly because I dint measure but she was fair and has good stiff boobs and nice ass.So this happened a month ago I submitted my story 3 months ago well I got some good responses then I carried on with my life then after two months one day I received a. I sat down with the kids in the den to watch TV. The show was some kind of reality competition show. The contestants were making metal art pieces. Welding or forging statuary was the theme of the show.During one of the commercials John asked, “So, dad said he wasn’t sure that you were going to have water and electricity in your tiny house?”“I don’t think I will. It really isn’t a house. It’s more of a shack,” I said with a laugh.“Where are you going to get drinking water?” Gabby asked.“Probably. He knelt beside me and started describing the contraption I was straddling. He slid two small panels on the floor aside and pulled out a nipple clamp from each. He attached them to me and then snugged up the cable that was connected to each and vanished into the floor. Then, he went behind me and slid something forward until I felt it touch my cunt. It was the lever I'd seen sticking up from the floor. It looked like an old gearshift knob, a think steel pole with a ceramic ball at the top..