I went cold, after all these years, all the hurt and pain, my job loss and divorce, I was right all along, he was filming us, I knew it deep in my gut... and now I know, the low-life put it on the net, for nothing more than to discredit me further.I was a privately educated girl, living a sheltered life, still a virgin on the day of my marriage to an older man, naive and some would say submissive, I went to work for my husband at his small business, and his subordinate manager,a good looking guy,. With nothing more at the bus, we both slept over each other like unintentional. It was 6:30 in the morning and I saw her sleeping by putting her head on my shoulder, I woke her and told that we will reach in 30minutes. I gave my business card and ask her to call if she wishes to open any mutual fund or deposit in my bank and she given her business card. We departed by waving hands each other.I had boarded another bus from Mangalore to Kerala. I came to Mysore after 3 days and thought Anita will. I drove into her deeply, increasing the motions on her sensitive bud, knowing it was getting her close to orgasm by the way she involuntarily pitched her arms forward and then made herself reach back again. Her hips came off the desk a few times as she started to squirm and clench her knees against me. It wasn't easy, but I think I managed to keep firm pressure on her clit as she writhed. She gasped, almost hissed, finally lodging a wrist into her open mouth to keep from crying out.As I leaned. "It shows, I guess, huh?" she replied and I leaned over and kissed her again, this time our arms moving around each other in an embrace. I kissed her moving her head backwards until it was on the back of the sofa as I scooted closer. This was nice, I thought, very nice.In a minute, she pulled her head away and said, "Well, Jay, that's a bit more than a nephew kisses his aunt. I forget that you're nearly a man now. You do kiss like one." I really liked it and would love to kiss you again."Trust.