The room was warm & comfortable – thick rug that added sponginess to one’s step. Low light. Fragrant flowers all around. But, she did notice there...were no windows. It was so quiet in this room. As she looked around she began to notice other things – a wall that contained handcuffs and some chains. Some sort of machine was directly set up in the middle of the room. It contained a cusioned seat with plush fabric covering it. It also contained ropes, pulleys, and many other things she couldn’t. It was unbelievable. Kavitha jumped into the shower as I sat thinking what this view does to Suresh. After about 5 minutes she was done with her shower and stepped back into my line of view. She either took a very cold shower or was very excited because her nipples were at full attention. She began drying herself off and when she bent over to dry her legs, her ass was sticking straight at Suresh. I couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing my cock thru my shorts. As she was bent over we could. I’d done some amazing loving with my sister nymphs but this. Well, I wasn’t a fan, actually. I just couldn’t get rid of the notion of hurting someone let alone someone I liked trying to get it out of my head.I leaned over having pulled out and got a mouthful of gizem from between her breasts which I used to give her an open mouth kiss pushing the contents into her letting it run out of the corners of her mouth. She was surprised but then pleased. “Jesus! That tastes so good!” Her husband got. My hole was never the same. He caused irreparable damage to my pucker and chute. After the first few times, though, it didn’t hurt anymore and it was incredibly pleasurable.Calvin even fisted me with his giant hand and fist. It was like taking a football. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to tell anyone. Calvin was only 39 years old and he died five years later of a heart attack. And no, it wasn’t while he was fucking me. He fucked me once or twice a week. No one would believe that I could take.