..really sure..." She bent forward, brushing her breasts across my face. "...he's asleep and won't wake up." I closed my eyes as she pushed her breast...back into my mouth and whispered in my ear. "... No matter what."Rocking back and forth against Jeff's fingers, it was only a few minutes before her breathing was once again growing ragged. She kept alternating between pushing her breast deep into my open, sucking mouth and pulling it away as she leaned down to run her fingers between my legs and. “Yes.. that is… definitely… helping me… “ she whispered, grasping my hair and guiding my hand back up onto her boobs again “such a.. helpful lad… ”I slowly moved my tongue around the folds of her flaps, my face and chin sticky with her juice and sweat. Flies buzzed around us and the small noises of pleasure she made kept my swollen knob rammed up hard against my stomach and poking out the top of my jeans. Holding my head again, she pushed it down more firmly against her cunt. I responded by. "Thanks for, well, untangling me," I manage to blurt out. You smile, a slow, lazy curve of lips maybe a little too thin for conventional attractiveness, and tilt your head towards the stairs."It was nothing," you say graciously. "But, perhaps you would join me for a drink?" And I'm blushing and smiling as I manage to stammer out a polite acceptance. Out of the station, on the sidewalk, the wind whips our breath away and we quit trying to talk, until you touch my arm and guide me through a door. I stand 5.5, slim and fair. Not stud or hunk.My wife Poonam (now Mistress Poonam) is 35 now. She helps in my business and is co-owner of our investment banking company. She is 5.6, BBW, with great curves at all right places (38d-30-36). She has big expressive eyes and jet black, silky, straight hairs that proudly touch her hips.We live in Bangalore. We both are from a highly traditional family background. This story is our real journey from being a normal and traditional couple into BDSM,.