Picking me up from work each night, she would drive me home, or to her house on Wednesday and Friday nights, when I would spend the night with her. We...nesday evenings we would usually take in a movie, then back to her house where we both enjoyed loving one another. On the weekends we enjoyed the social aspect of the lesbian clubs. Now this might sound funny but I’d never been to a live concert before, coming from a small town there just wasn’t the appeal, except for to odd pantomimes at. So I went back in got a beer for myself.I heard that laugh first, then I saw her sit across me and saw the chains and another dress with deep cleavage.Sara: It was fun to watch you feel you were fooled. Haha.Me: That was mean.She was the late 30s by look, smooth even skin, basic makeup, a very simple shaded gown that flows to her knees. Huge ear rings, the kind that turns me on. We spoke about a lot of random topics from aliens to Illuminati to a lot of shit it was beautiful. But was she. I wanted to enter her soul while sucking and i did so. Also while sucking i was squeezing her ass and now i got full courage and inserted my hand inside her saari from back side and touched her ass crack. Oh my god what a feeling it was. I didn’t knew what to do next but every next step was giving me a new feeling. She immediately moved closed to me and opened her whole blouse and moved her bra up and told me to suck one and press other boob. I did as she guided. I was like complete slave for. She looked up at me for a moment and slowly brought her legs together. When she was satisfied that I had understood what she wanted, she lowered her head and let it dangle off the mattress. A barely audible sob left her lips as she offered her ass to me, ever so slightly lifting it into the air. She silently had given me her permission and trust, to mark her as I saw fit. I folded my belt and struck her ass again, harder. She bit down hard on the maroon bed cover, her hands clenched into.