It was even more of a turn on knowing that she was such a hot slut, her husband taking pictures of her available wet cunt, her legs being spread by th... man that had just been fucking her. Looking at such an explicitly sexual scene, one that she had undoubtedly enjoyed many times over several decades. Reaiizing she was still sucking a cock, imagining just how many times she had been shared like this - and wanting to be another man whose cock had enjoyed her like this.The next picture was a bit. Or guder vitor theke taja rokto berute laglo.She khede khede amar gola joriye dhore bollo,”Amar ki hobe go bhaiya,Juketa amar gude futo kore diyeche.Ami bollam,”Dur gadha,kadish keno?Juke dhorle to samanno rokto beroy.” Kinto or rokto pora bondho hochche na. Ami duhat ekshate kore,pani ene or gude dhele angul dhukiye rokto parishkar korte laglam.Meyeder oi onger proti amar borabor e ekta agroho chilo.Aj valo vabe dekhte pelam.Sumir guder chari dike patla shoru shoru chul gojachche.Amar shorirta. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed for a last drink, it had made her miss her bus and here she was now struggling to progress against a gale force wind and heavy rain, she was so miserable but knew she had to continue her journey, she had nowhere else to go.This was a lonely desolate place, a country road with few buildings, the dark, dank and cloudy skies gave no cause for optimism at all, she knew it would take hours to walk home, she wanted to cry but what was the point, no-one would hear. And keep holding your skirt up." Yes, Mistress," I muttered and I slowly obeyed for this widow looked out of the front of the house and, with the nets taken down, I would be clearly visible to anyone who happened to look in the right - or should that be wrong - direction. Behind me I could hear the sounds of eating, occasionally punctured by a little conversation. "I see that your Mistress hasn't taken up my suggestion of having you wear a wig and use make up..." No, Mistress Angel." That's a.