Slept - full of food and wine. Woke alone and went to find R working in one of the borders - shirtless. Oh! Given choice of working as under-gardener ...r taking my essay to the study. No choice at all. Realised that R is a serious gardener - and that I might quite enjoy it too. Tea and more snooze in Elizabeth's swing chair. Could this be my life? A typical Sunday? Gave up trying to concentrate on essay and went for more under-gardening. Bliss. Then R with a bundle of theatre tickets -. You're going to be in seventh heaven wearing these pretty things. After VS we'll buy some dresses, tops, skirts and then Bakers forsome cute pumps. Oh yes, let's not forget jewelry."I was losing my mind with the pleasure of all the pretties, so muchthat when she suggested piercing my ears I didn't object and cameaway with studs and some chandeliers. At the shoe store I started toget a hard on. I was so bedazzled I didn't care that the sales stafflooked at me askance. Loaded with packages we. I then pushed the legs wide apart and plunged in.“Oh, God, Jimmy!” Debby’s legs wrapped around my back as her pelvis ground against me. I supported myself on my hands, and withdrew slightly, and Debby finished with the buttons. Her bra had a front clasp, and she popped that next. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples erect. I rammed back in.I threw my weight on top of her and Debby responded in kind. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kept her legs wrapped around my waist as I bucked. I used to be a typical Bangladeshi innocent girl, who always wanted to be good and honest. I thought that I will remain honest through all my life and all my secret desires will be true by my husband and that will be enough for me. But I was disappointed. I found my husband not interested in my greatest fantasy, ORAL sex. He only just fucks me, squeezes my boobs and French kisses. That’s all what I get from him for sex. But for his nice size of dick and late ejaculation, I often get orgasm. But.