I was thinking fucking lucky husband. ;)So we chatted every day and spoke 1-2 times a week. We were quite frank by the 2nd week, sharing our experienc...s and preferences. With the conversations, I got to know that her sex life is active but not that much as she desires and also was not all what she preferred. She actually liked wild and liked BDSM. She wanted to be dominated and punished badly. I insisted her to talk about it to her husband but she didn’t want to as she was scared. I told her to. She was also enjoying my pressing and breathing heavily she lead towards me and whispered slowly that pls press my left one also ,on hearing that voice me got wings and immediately my hand moved towards here left boobs ,i am in full temptation i am pressing her left and right boobs hardly on her dress suddenly i pressed her left boob very hard she moaned hahaaaaaa,,, and she came near to me and told press slowly it is paining .Then i slow downed my hand and moved down to her belly ,i playing. As he reached the bottom of the garden a gentle rain started to fall. He quickly took shelter in the tree house and relaxed, watching the plump raindrops hitting the leaves around him. Idly looking around his eye was caught by a flutter of movement in a neighbouring garden. A woman was engaged, as he had been, in collecting abandoned toys but she had not sought shelter from the rain. Instead she opened her arms and tilted her head back, as if trying to catch every drop. She was swaying to some. Doctor asked what’s wrong she said she is afraid of injections, doctor smiled and said don’t worry I won’t give you until you asked for it. She went to the bed and lied after removing her burkha she was wearing a black sari as well as black blouse. Doctor once again put the stethoscope on her chest he was placing her and there, then he put it on her breast and pressed deeper. My wife closed her eyes.Doctor asked her to remove the pallu of her sari from her chest, which she did now doctor can.