Harder, faster, harder, faster, stroking and sucking him like never before. I prepare myself for the rewards of my work, so ready to feel him shooting...ribbons of hot cum down my throat.Suddenly, he releases an inhuman growl, and in one swift motion, he lifts me from my knees and plunges me onto the bed. He grabs my hips and pulls my perfect heart shaped ass high into the air. Without warning, he drives his full length into my wanton pussy. Thrusting hard, deep, pounding into me with enough. I was unknowingly giving him the impression that the sisterhood was a cuckolding and emotional castration program and that I was crawling my way up the organization's power ladder at his expense. He thought that what we were doing was something that many in the sisterhood routinely do to their re-nupped husbands, that this was more than just my attempts to keep our marriage together and to resolve the emotional conflicts of my bad experience with the Fuscias. I could think of no other way to. She took my underwear and smelt it. Took my cock and started to shake it. She smelled my cock in the middle. She was looking at me and I was looking at her. She moved her pallu aside and allowed me to look at her cleavage. She had nice boobs. The canal between her two boobs made my cock much hard. She took my cock in her mouth and played with the tip with her tongue. I was moaning a little and I was trying to control it. She stood up and raised her saree up. She lowered her blue flowered. From the bathroom cabinet I took a pair of nailscissors and tried to trim them back, though I had nothing with whichto remove the polish. It was like trying to cut through steel, thescissors didn't even make a mark on them.I looked for some of my own clothes to put on but they had disappeared,even my socks, there was nothing but women's clothes wherever I looked.It had turned six, all the shops would be shut on this Saturday nightbut hell, I couldn't go out in women's clothes with bright red.