Then he asked if I would to try something different?Of course I wanted to. I have heard of couples splitting up because they were uninterested in each...other. I loved him and wanted to be married forever. He asked me to talk down to him. To treat him like shit, like I didn't care, like I'm just using his cock to please myself. This was exciting to me I always fantasized about this very thing. The thought of being a strong woman in charge especially when I was home alone having one of my. .Toh us me wo ghusa hooke chali gayi,toh maine socha ki wo mujhe bhi pasand karti hain,toh ye baat me apni mummy ko batayi, toh bahut khus hui,aur mujhe bola,toh thik hai khana khake ghar chale,par me ur kuch soch raha tha,ki kaise tumhare bua ko chodu ,par chance nahi tha,par job boh bathroom gayi main uske ptche pitche gaya,aur tumhare bua jo pisaab kar rahi thi, maine use dekha,aur uske baad pura lehnga ,khol kar use thik kia,kya kamal ki lag rahi thi,job boh bahar aayi, toh maine side mein. I said I will tell you about this tomorrow. I reached home. I was thinking about their structure, boobs, ass and finally decided that usha had best. Let me accept her and did that.Days passes like chatting in whatsapp, facebook.We got closer and started to share spicy messages. Later on a week passed like we used to hug and kiss in the morning as soon as we meet. J used to hit her but while passing by, sometimes wantedly touch her boobs with elbow. Other side sandhya was getting jealous on us.. He went back downstairs to put the house to bed, too.Sassy roused herself so she would be conscious when he came back. She sat up in the bed, removing the blanket and began loosening the rope around her ankle cuff. She tried anyway. He caught her red-handed.“What are you doing?” He looked disgruntled.“I’m untying it for you, Monseigneur,” she said, yawning.“Well don’t.” He frowned. “That’s my job. Lie down. Go back to sleep.”“But what if I don’t want to?” She pouted at him.Jethro thought she.