Would you like it to be rough or passionate .Neha – I need it rough and hardcore and abusive. Tear my choot with your lund.Me – Are you sure coz i...am gonna be very rough and will brutally abuse you and your petite body. Will you be able to handle it Madam.Neha – I will manage every pain and humiliation till the time you are satisfying my hungry little cunt.Me – Get ready whore its time to get used .I instantly started smooching her and our tongues started to fight and roll in each others mouth. There, to my left, was an alcove. More of an antechamber, really. Crispright angled corners showed it had clearly been cut from the rock ratherthan formed naturally. In its center, four pillars in the vague shape oftwining tentacles surrounded a pool of still black water, surface asperfect as a polished mirror.I waddled closer. This shrine or whatever it was looked a bit ominous,but what did I have to fear?Besides my own reflection...Gulp.For the first time, I truly saw my new self.I had felt. Was it just my imagination playing tricks with my eyes or did I see what looked like hard nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra as she deeply inhaled thus thrusting out her chest? My mind wasn't giving me an answer but the growing between my legs was talking."No, your question isn't at all out of line." I paused before speaking further. "Ms. Owens, I hope you won't be offended but I find you a very attractive woman. I'm sure your husband considers himself to be very fortunate." I only. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.I told Jane.