As she bent down towards the plate her right breast rubbed against my cheek. That is when I felt it.The feel of her erect nipple rubbing directly on m... cheek under her nighty. It struck me then only that she is not having a bra underneath. But it was still doubt because before when she bent down and when lifted her I felt the bra clearly. But now how can I feel a direct nipple now?The curiosity was growing crazy in my head. She had her right hand around my shoulder and was eating a biscuit from. Phat! phat!” I kept on bashing him. Ohhhh the way he screamed and begged forgiveness. I was loving it.“Bahut drug dealing chadi hai na sar pe aaj dekh tujhe gandu banake rahunga mai.”“Sir! please chor dijiye mere pati ko. Aap jo bolenge hum karenge.” she begged.“Ab ayi naa train patri pe. Chalo tum dono ko chor dunga lekin pehle tumhari suhagraat to mana li jaye.” I said with my eyes filled with lust and revenge.“Durga madam zara iss ladki ko bar ke piche daalo aap. Aur jailor sahib JP babu. All would ridiculeme, a strong, athletic male dressed in a maid's outfit. And some would gothe extra step, forcing me to work on my hands and knees, legs wideapart, just to mock my genitals.My humiliation would continue at night, when I would come home and haveto perform the duties I had learned in front of my lovely wife. I hadlong stopped calling her by her first name, Andrea. Instead, now sheforced me to call her Ms. Beringer, her maiden name. In time, as webecame more Parisian, she made me. He slipped off his loafers and socks andpeeled down his shorts. Her eyes widened as she gazed at his naked, ten-inch rod of man-flesh, the blood-engorged head purple with rage. His huge, hairy testicles hung tautly between his sinewy thighs. He was a tower of virility before the wide-eyed stewardess, who thought she had seen everything there was to see in the bedroom--until now! He looked so powerful, so cruel and menacing as he loomed above her, his handsomeface grimacing with vindictive lust..