But I did lack that male companionship and discipline that I sorely needed. That leads me to how I met and became friends with a middle aged man at th... apartment complex that we had moved to. When I was 15 mom and I were f***ed to move to a large apartment in a suburb next to the one where I had grown up. I hated it, having to change schools in the 9th grade was not a good thing for me, but ma explained that she couldn’t find a place where we had lived for so long- so off we went to a different. “hayyyy mar gayeeeee meri gaand fat gayee lagti hai. I can not tolerate this pain, please withdraw your lund out.” But he was mad in excitement. He forgot every thing and after taking out his lund a bit out he again gave a mighty push into my gaand. This time his total Lund buried into my tight Gaand. There was so much pain in my gaand that tears came out from my eyes and I started weeping. But he was so mad in sexual excitement that he did not care of my weeping and without withdrawing his. .. Forget. Today's the day you call him," said CJ between slurps on my breast.I remembered then. The plan. We'd been planning it for weeks. We had waited for the perfect time. And this week was perfect. It was perfect because Mark was out of town. It was perfect because both CJ and I were cowards. Neither of us had the balls to tell my husband face to face that I was leaving him and pursuing a divorce.I almost threw up just thinking about it. I mean, I do have a small sense of wrong and right.. .. should I take you back inside? Worried I apologize and make myself correct... seat back, I attach my leash handing it to you, I lay back and open my legs wide..wider...a small wet spot already on my panties visable.. my hands over my head as you cuff them to headrest.. open and ready you blindfold me, whisper to me.. now my dirty little slut, are you ready for tonight? ... *pop* you swat my pussy once...twice.. teeth on my nipple and I feel something slick as you push into me..your favorite.