Her tongue had managed to cover every square millimeter of my penis in a matter of seconds. “Oh my God,” I muttered. Almost immediately I got the ...ingle. Her warm mouth was drawing my thick shake out of me like she was sucking on a straw. With every millimeter it travelled down the length of my tube the pleasure built.“Oh, Karen, I’m com-i-n-n-n-g.” With an “Aaaaaagh” they could have heard inside the club I blew a big load into her beautiful mouth. I heard her moan softly and felt her. Her tongue flicks out and begins to wash my twitching member. Along the shaft and over the meaty tip. I groan as her mouth covers my cock. She slowly sucks me as I move my hand between her legs and onto her wet pussy. I run my finger between her lips before pushing it inside. She moves her hips as my finger fucks her. I watch her beautiful face as she enjoys sucking me. I slip my finger out and gently massage her clit as she sucks faster. I put my other hand on the back of her head and pull her. Right from the morning she had been in a trance. She had prepared breakfast for her husband, Rohit and seen him off for office all the time knowing at the back of her mind that there was no way she could escape the urge today. Slowly but steadily she had been drawn into the quicksand. “Are you through with your thesis?” Rohit had enquired. She hadn’t even dared to turn around to look at him. “Will take me a month or so more.” How easily she lied. But what could she do anyway? Will Rohit ever. I worked off the reflection in the mirror, as I could not physically see past my new chest. I wiped the tears from one of my eyes, and attempted to undo the latches which held my waist prisoner. I was beginning to see the use of longer nails, as they assaulted the latches from all sides, probing for a weakness. The metal was not a latch, but a single, solid piece holding the corset together. My nails attacked each latch as I followed the corset down my flat stomach, hoping the next one would.