She decided to make husband watch her fucking with this boy Mukesh. He told her to turn in doggy pose. She obeyed immediately. Putting both palms firm...y on sofa she positioned in doggy pose.Mukesh caressed hips and slit with one hand . With other hand he undressed himself. Then he held her back tightly and moved cock tip along length of slit from asshole to clit. He did it for few minutes. Cock began to throb. But he sat on his knees and began licking entire slit like he had done in hospital.. My actual thought was that they looked right. And once again, my treacherous pussy betrayed me. This was my daughter, about to give herself into eternal bondage, and instead of horror, instead of trepidation, instead of motherly concern, all I could think about was how she must feel in that outfit. Was it embarrassment? Shame? Sexiness? Pride?And a piece of my brain kept asking, how would I feel in it? Embarrassment? Definitely. Shame? Maybe. Sexiness? Oh, yeah! Pride? I just didn't know.We. Gilded mirrors, red luscious carpet and claw footed velvet sofas. I love this kind of extravagance; I love that I can afford this lifestyle. Looking around I walk over to the velvet piece and run my hands over the soft material, sighing appreciatively I drape myself over the seat and lay my head on the arm. The velvet caresses my skin and my back arches as an involuntary shudder rolls through me; this is true ecstasy. I let my hand snake its way down my body, pushing aside my French lace. I just collapsed on top of her, sweat coating our bodies, my slowly softening dick still inside her. After a long time, she stirred and looked up at me “You didn’t even bother wearing a condom you bastard!” she said. “Did you want me to stop and put it on?” I asked teasingly. She sighed “No, not really.” I rolled off her. “I think we still have some time before the others come back” I said. She looked quizzically at me “What did you have in mind?” I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her.