I rub my face.The hand is large, and catches the short stubble around my jaw. Itwasn't a dream. The fact we're leaving tells me it wasn't a dream.It...s over, I feel as sure as if a voice were screaming at me. I run myhand through my hair. I want to cry but the tears feel locked awaysomehow. Instead I feel anger, a sense of loss, and an even greatersense of shame.I reach down and feel my cock. It's hard, aching, a protrudingadmission of what I am. I don't want it. I squeeze it out. I made sure that I turned my bare back to him, so that he could check out my bare ass and silky legs.We got comfortable, him kicking back on the bench and me squatting in front of him. His dick was extremely hard and I was giving him a really nasty, sloppy bareback blow job. And he was loving it SO much. He reached forward and played with my ass. “Like my ass, baby?” “Oh yeah, I like it a lot,” he said. “I want to stick my dick in that tight ass.” I looked up, his cock falling from my mouth.. Lisa was on him in a flash and as one arm grabbed him around the neck her other hand silenced him. He struggled for a second before we reached him. Then he collapsed. He had fainted from the shock!Lisa hog-tied him with his sash and gagged him with his turban. George and I stood there goggling. She had bound him in seconds!George whispered to me "If I were you, old boy, I wouldn't argue with your wife. That looks as if she's practised."I nodded. I didn't want George to know that she practised. Maine mom ko chor kar maid ko paker liya aur uske kapre utarne laga aur uske sare kapre utar kar usko bed par mom ki jagah lita diya. Aur phir main apni maid ki massage karne laga main bobs se start kiya aur usko garam karne laga and aur usko ache se massage karne laga and woh garam hone lagi aur phir main uski chut par massage karne laga aur aur uski pussy mein apni finger daal kar usko aage piche karne laga aur woh garam hone lagi and mom mujhe kiss karne lagi and unhone ne meri t shirt and.