The note explained the circumstances for the punishment and that he will find me ready in one of our playrooms. I put the note near the kettle knowing...he would probably make a coffee as soon as he arrives home.I went out into our large playroom where the 2 tall upright posts exist. Mostly these posts are used to chain someone in the standing spreadeagle position; there are various loops up and down the length of these posts for bondage. Today I am self binding myself as you requested. Firstly I. Chris’ face turned a little low and he said, both of us really like each other but my parents are not convinced about her during to her caste. I asked him, to talk again, if he was really into it as in this modern world, everyone is cool with intercaste marriages and he shouldn’t face much issue as well if he was really interested. Chris just nodded and told me that he would try again.A couple of months down the line, I noticed Pooja had not come in to our place last week and even didn’t turn. When she showed up in that skirt, I wondered if there was wearing regular panties or a thong covering her delicate folds. That led me to ponder if she was bare or covered in downy hair. I didn’t have to guess anymore. With a clipboard covering my lap, I slipped my hand between my legs and touched my crotch. It was not a surprise to find a damp spot directly over my humid hole. The very next time she leaned forward I started rubbing my throbbing clit in a slow, firm circle. A thin strip of. I looked all around and caught my breath. Under a street light towards the back Anthony’s truck was parked all alone. I couldn’t tell if anyone was inside so I walked towards it. Suddenly I stopped moving. The truck seemed to rock ever so slightly. Then I noticed what seemed to be Anthony’s ass moving back and forth. Oh yeah, that was definitely his ass. I felt a tingle shoot through my body as I realized what was happening. He was fucking someone. I was watching the love of my life fuck.