My mistress pauses and grins at her. "Having fun? I am." The mistress in leather looks out at me and laughs. "Oh my God. This I have to see." She put... her lips to the fat man's ear. "Don't go away," she tells him in the singsong voice of a mommy cajoling a 2-year-old to eat their strained carrots. The fat slave groans as she carelessly lets the weights attached to his nipple clamps drop from her hand and slinks to the door like a supermodel down a runway. Now I recognize her; from a distance. Fir maine socha ab kya kru ? Maine phle bra ki hook khol di aur phle bra ko nikal liye. Ab meri nipples t-shirt ke upr se dikhyi de rhi thi. Bhut muskil se maine vo t-shirt nikali aur ek ek krke apna sarir pocha – face, neck, boobs , back, legs, aur last me pussy jo ki subh se hi aaj clean shaved thi. Hlki si oily ho chuki pussy ko Arun ke towel ke poch dia. Maine uska lower dal liye jo ki bhut loose aa rha tha mere. Aur thirt b loose thi . mere boobs hilte hue alg se dikh rhe the. Pr kr bhi. “Hello Jessica,” I sniffed.“Mom, what the fuck were you thinking!!”“Honey … honey, please. I lost your dad. I ruined our marriage. I did a stupid thing. I can’t believe I did something so stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking.”“Mom? How could you! Dad worships the ground you walk on. He does nothing but brag about how proud he is to have married you. Now you cheat on him, and you tell me you don’t know what you were thinking???”“Honey, I am so sorry. I really don’t know. I was so stupid. I. She had never had a lover like this. She only knew this kind of love… This passion… This heat in her imagination. Yet, here it was forcing its way in and out of her like a pile driver. As he fucked her she could feel her body losing control. Her climax was nearing and her legs began to tighten. The muscles around her ass squeezed together forcing her pussy to clasp around his cock. She was reaching that plateau… That level of intense lust that every woman hits before orgasm where they.