As he wanked he cam over her face and was replaced by one of the others.It was obvious that my presence wasn’t welcomed, but the woman’s husband o... boyfriend was one of the group and told me it was ok to watch and nothing else. I was happy with that.Once everyone had finished her husband told me I could come back another time and join in , (and that is another story).I drove past this place many times and saw others involved in all sorts. However that is not my story.One day in casual. .. after some time she gently started squeezing my balls laughing while I squirmed with pain. Slowly she begin squeezing harder and harder until I thought they were going to pop and just as the pain became unbearable she turned to me and gave me the signal to follow her upstairs. Apprehensively with now aching balls I followed As I am now a slave to her whim. She positioned herself on the bed on her back with her legs spread and pointed to her dripping pussy, without question I eat that pussy. So I finished that day’s work hurriedly and left some thing for the next day. I was excited to think that I might get the chance to fuck her that day. I reached Nibha’s flat and rang the doorbell. Nibha opened the door. She said smiling “..Hi …please come in…” She was looking stunningly beautiful in her sleeveless blouse and sari. Her blouse was especially designed. It was more revealing than concealing. There were deep low cuts on the back as well as front. She welcomed me with sexy smiles. It. He felt restricted by the poem format but wanted to follow in the steps she had started. He thought for quite a while and wrote: ‘I leave this next poem here with a prayer To ask for more about you would be unfair Day to day my hope for romance is deplete, But reading your words makes the hope in my heart beat.’ He slowly kissed the paper, placed the poem in a small jewelry box he had found in a small shop next to his office. It was wooden and decorated with an intricate design, but wasn’t.