I could have waited for my lover to make a move, but I chose to take matter into my own hands. With a forceful grunt, I jerked backwards, impaling mys...lf on the stiff. Fuck! I yelped as it shot deep into me. It was so hot. And big. My lover took control of the situation. He began rocking back and forth, forcing his member deep into me each time he moved forward. Moans began to flow past my lips. I feared they would anger my lover, but they only encouraged him to intensify his pounding. Before. Not that her beauty had diminished in the last 10 years but she was ravishing at that time. She was wearing black colour transparent saree with a red blouse. I could see her fair curvy waist and big boobs through her saree. She was beautiful and sexy.I said to her, “Wow! You look absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. I would have married you if I had seen you that time.”My MIL laughed loudly again and slapped on my shoulders playfully. She said, “Stop making fun of me. I was once beautiful. Now I have. "I could take you right there, cunt. But, this is mostly for punishment. I just wanted you to feel the sensuousness of what scares you. Get on the bed, slut. NOW!"She was there in seconds. I put her hands in the restraints. She was face down, whimpering and moaning. I slapped her ass until she got the idea and got onto her knees."Where as the chair is for punishment, these are for pain or pleasure, or both. I've never put anyone in them that I didn't care about. Take that as some comfort,. He had not been open to her, and I could not brag that he had always been open with me, even after we had broken up."I read it in his eyes, when he asked me to join," I said."And you joined?" Liz said, surprised."He wanted me to," I said. His engagement present for her. The proof that he loved her more than me. In her eyes, at least, it would be the proof. It was what she wanted, what would make her happy, at least for a while."Oh my god, how I have always hated you," she said."I know," I said,.