As I mentioned, she was in her forties, similar to any typical Indian lady. The wheatish complexion, fat at the right places, oiled hair, pierced and ...eemingly conservative. As time passed, my lust soared and my attraction increased.I began imagining her and me in different situations, making out. One fine day, I gathered some courage and decided to interact with her after school at any cost. Once home, I tried to talk to her. While she was preparing dinner in the evening, I casually asked her. This is the first time I masturbated in front of a camera. We shared our intimate pictures in WhatsApp and Skype. We used to sext while we were in office. Each day we became closer to each other and that day she invited me over to her apartment. She told me to reach her home after her son leaves for school. I had breakfast and reached her apartment on time. I was prepared with everything I shaved my intimate areas very clean and well groomed. She used to like my beard and I got a packet of. Each of those windows also had their curtains open as I thoroughly washed off the grime.Where the building gently curved, I could see the next floor to ceiling windows come into view. The curtains were wide open and as I moved closer, the anticipation of what I may see was building inside me. Once the cage was situated in front of the glass and everything set, I grabbed the squeegee. Just as I was getting prepared to start washing the window, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I actually. She tried kicking him, bucking him, anything to get him away from her but Lisa found that the more she struggled against him, the more his body overpowered hers, fuelling her desire and silencing her anger. His body continued to move over hers and eventually, Lisa was completely entangled by his strength. He had both of her wrists secured in one hand behind her back and his long, highly muscled legs held her thighs apart wantonly. Lisa trembled in shame as she realized how exposed she was to.