She sat in the throne she had placed in one end of the basement, on a raised platform. Her legs were splayed lewdly over the arms of the throne, leav...ng nothing to the imagination. The black hose, held by garters only seemed to emphasize the creaminess of her delicate flesh. Her small waist looked even tinier cinched as it was by the black vinyl corset and her full creamy breast, capped with their pink rose petal areolas and hard gumdrop nipples sat imperiously upon the corset’s shelf. It. The patriarch might have witnessed it.Soon everyone was getting up from the dining table having finished their meal. As Sonam got up Balwant told her, "Bahu, I want to have another cup of tea ... prepared by you."Turning to Matasari his booming voice said," Won't the c***d have his bath now? Get him ready. Bahu will go to her room shortly after she gives me a cup of tea." Matasari turned and quickly left the room. So did the others.Everyone feared the patriarch. Babuji and Bahu were left alone. I'm very excited, and I make another edge just hidding me a little.I check my watch, and I'm late. I've pass almost 20 min at lake.Quicly, the final step.I remove my swimsuit, put on skirt and top.I've no purse, so I have to carry the suit in my hand.No time to think of. I need to run now.Running, with the balls working, my pussy was dripping.My little skirt flying on the wind. I'm sure my ass is fully visible.I run with no pause. I reach the bus stop, breathless, and my pussy in fire. I've as. I told her she wasn’t cut out to be an American wife. I asked her if he really knew what she needed?She became angry. “What? I am supposed to be someone’s mistress or be owned by a man all my life?Maybe that is not want I want!”I told her she would never be happy being in an equal marital relationship. Furiously she told me, “I didn’t know her anymore.”She climbed out the bed and got dressed.She regained her composure by the time she had slipped her shoes on. She came and sat on the bed.“You.