I am now residing in the Middle East with my husband Simon, an IT professional and my 7-year-old kid. I am 5″6 tall with wheatish complexions with s...ats of 34 32 38.I was born and brought up in a traditional family. My studies were within the State of Kerala only. After completion of my PG, I got married to Simon. We were living in Bangalore for a couple of years. Both of us used to enjoy sex whenever we could and where ever we can. Once Simon got an offshore assignment for a couple of years I. She had on a very nice dress but I was disappointed as it had a high collar and no buttons at the front. I had convinced myself she would wear something more accessible for later on. When she went to the toilet I saw her from behind and again I felt an excitement seeing her stocking seems going up her legs from her high heels, and disappearing under the hem of her dress. She had a nice figure no doubt about that.I was still a little anxious being with her and began to wonder about going to the. He starred at my exposed tits like they were the best thing he's ever seen. My tits are actually my favourite feature of mine. I think the little mole on the right side of my boob is cute. (One of my girlfriend's call's my breasts 'The Marilyn [Monroe] Boobs' because of the mark) He grabbed both of them with his big warm hands and gave them a squeeze. Then another squeeze and stroked his hands up to my shoulders, then back down to my perky breasts. I let out an exhale, I was so relaxed. He. I'm already loose for him. I'm always loose for him. The tip of his finger slides inside me, and I moan. He moves it in and out, gently, and I rock my hips back and forth. It's good. But... it's not enough. I need his cock. I need it to fill me.“Please, daddy," I beg. "Fuck my ass."“Bitch, I'm going to fuck your ass. I'm going to cum inside you. You're just such a whore that I can't help myself anymore. But you're not allowed to cum. Do you understand that?"“Yes, sir!" I say, excited. I don't.