He gets me to climb on the bed, arse in the air! He then proceeds to bury his face in my arse and then pushes his tongue into my crack. His tongue fin...s my rosebud and and swirls over it before trying to penetrate it. He pushes his face in further and his lips press against it and he kisses and sucks it!!He parts my arse cheeks and that is obviously enough for I feel his tongue start to gain entrance. "On your back." He says. I do so, but he immediately grabs my ankles and pulls my arse closer. . SLAP..again my head rung and my left cheek burned "I am the dominant one hereyou are the submissive, YOU do as I say!"she didn't shout but her voice was very commanding she picked the winebottle up put it between her breasts and poured it down my mouth then putit down and grabbed my jeans around my ankles and yanked them off!I sat there in my blue briefs with its tiny bulge in the front, my faceflushed from the wine and feeling quite light headed from it as well, shestood back and simply said. The next picture is of a strobe light, and my vision seems almost tunnel like."Close your eyes and listen to the music." Again the caress and breath on my ear as I do as he says.The tempo of the music changes and the moans get much more expressive. Every muscle in my body is in need of more oxygen, and my breathing is erratic now. I do not realize the moans are not from the music - they are mine."Shh, not yet little one, not yet," A whisper in my head.I want to move; I want to let go, to feel. "Maybe," he replied in a flat tone. You could hear how shattered his heart was by the waver in his voice."Nothing is going to change, my jaan, but at least we still have each other," Fahima said with a small smile.However, 5 years on things began to change. Now at the age of 35, Fahima's marriage had completely changed from the loving and caring one to a distant and hollow thing. Over the years Ali had become withdrawn and distant, focused entirely on his work, he paid little attention to.