She had given me a key back in the golden days when we were flying high on our new-found passion and joy. When the relationship was blooming, and I th...ught our souls had become one. I didn’t drive. I would never find a parking spot in her part of the city. I took the subway. Arriving at her apartment, I then did something I would never, should never have done. I didn’t knock or use the doorbell. I used my key and entered. I had a compulsion that came over me. It asserted control. It was. My head was starting to swim a little. I was glad to feel the vodka setting in. I was standing, wearing my braredalong with my gray mini skirt and the thong I had underneath. Even in my heels he towered over me as he stripped to the waist. If I couldve broken away from his stare I would have been drinking in the toned muscles of his chest, his flat, sculpted abs. His hands then reached behind me and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to my knees, and. After some time she asked you interested to go the party I said really not in since you are coming I am going I told she also said me to interested thanI stopped the vehicle and asked her where can we go she told where you wish take me since she was in my project team she was having crush on me and I said can we go to my home since my parents have gone to Mumbai we order food from outside and relax in my home till evening she said that’s fine, and came back to home and parked my vehicle and. I was no stranger to internet porn, like ninety nine percent of all men I secretly had the occasional peek, but as I opened the links I saw things I never dreamed of: the bondage and abuse were far more extreme than anything I had ever seen before. I must admit I was shocked at what my normally demure wife had been looking at, but I also knew I shouldn`t judge, she was an adult, it was her choice, who was I to say what was right and what was wrong. If Grace wanted to look at kinky pictures it.