There’s a fucking shock. Bad news for you, though.’ What the hell did he mean by that? With his free hand he moved quickly to unsnap my bra and th...n he slipped it off with ease, one arm at a time. It was then that I realized what he meant to do. Using the bra he quickly tied my hands together above me head, lacing the fabric like an expert around the brass head board. ‘Ok, Jim, enough’s enough. I’m sorry, alright. There was really no one here last night. If there was, would I have a bra on?’ I. True it looked much less exciting than a pair of tits. It was a pink slit surrounded by a mane of black hairs, nothing too erotic but I knew it was the key to everything erotic so I kept myself from judging.I simply ran my tongue along the slit once and she gasped loudly. So I dove in tongue first. I nibbled for a while, and the taste was not too bad, more like stale strawberries, sweet but musky. Then I introduced my fingers, opening the lips I tensed my tongue and thrashed it in. Almost. And my mobile beep of her message of thanking me. I am little bit upset so I didn’t reply. She called me that am I angry or what. She consoled me then she told me she would call me at night. Again at night same thing repeated phone sex and all. She told me she was sorry for that she requested to meet at 8 o’clock. I went to her home she was alone because her son went to school and hubby at reliance. As usual we drank coffee she was wearing red salwar kameej with no chuni. Her boobs were looking. ”And you played with my body in front of other people and made me…made us get caught!" At this point in time I'm well expecting a punch in the nuts or a smack in the face. I say “Well um…we didn’t really get caught per say…” She looks at me with the one of the most intense looks I've ever seen. She reaches up to my face, in my mind that smack I foretold was on its way but she grabs the sides of my face, and pulls me down and begins to kiss me. She slips her tongue in my mouth, making out with.