She was obedient and forthcoming, offering herself freely and voluntarily without expecting anything in return. “What’s your favourite toy?” I a...ked.“My husband’s dick,” she replied.I laughed. “Ah, okay,” I said. “What’s he doing now?”“He’s helping me take pictures,” she said. “And he’s waiting for instructions.”“Okay,” I answered, seeing how far I could go wit her. “Then I want him to film you while you spread your legs and start pissing right where you are now.” It was a bit of a risky. She checked her watch again. She was ten minutes late. It would take another five minutes to get to the tenth floor. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the elevator. She had worn a pale pink sundress which was demure but elegant. She carried a large handbag which looked out of place with her outfit. Sunlight caught on her pale yellow hair and made it shine like gold. She blushed at the stares that were directed at her. The elevator doors opened with a ping. A few well dressed people got. Bhabhi didn’t get time to fool around with me after 1 May which led me to jerk off to her pics again. She had taken a few nudes for me and that’s all I had for 5-6 days. On 6 May Bhabhi messaged me ‘don’t touch your dick till I say so… I’m feeling we’re going to enjoy soon!’ Reading this I got horny as hell and wanted to jerk off at that very moment but I controlled my desire somehow…We all cousins went for the function on 8 May. Upon reaching there, I started looking for Bhabhi. We went in and. His eyes had kept their lock on mine and now the corners creased as that grin, which was now in fact a smirk, crept into his face. He had me, and he knew he had me. Because in that moment he said it, I knew that the first part of his statement had been entirely too true. Barring one drunken fumble with a co-worker after a faculty party months previous, I had been leading a fairly solitary existence for some time, only going out for drinks with friends from time to time and relying on my battery.