How long had Yvoine been Travis’s slave? Not wanting to miss anything, Sara quickly hurried down the stairs and found Yvoine once again kneeling on ...he floor, eyes downcast. Travis was slowly circling her, perhaps inspecting her body for some flaw, maybe just waiting to see what the anticipation would do to either woman. In his hand he held a small paddle, wood overlain with leather, not unlike a table tennis paddle, but slightly longer and heavier, and obviously designed for more sinister. The next day I went to her house again wearing the panties she had given me. I asked her that whether she would want to be fucked in her ass. She said that she had never been fucked in her ass before and was willing to give it a try. I told her that I would like a striptease from her. Inside she had worn a set of matching silver bra and panty. I removed her panty to her knees and started rimming her asshole and her cunt. In no time we were both excited then she suggested that we get into action. My world has just been turned upside down, this is probably the swansong of my marriage and I am trying to score points. If I had enough disgust left in me I would be disgusted with myself, however the disgust I feel for her and her wannabe paramour is more disgust than I normally have in a day.“Chops and chips.” She says suddenly.“What?”“You asked what was for tea, chops and chips.”“Oh, great ... how long?”I’ll get them going in a minute, I’ll make that call first.I could have pointed out,. From where he was sitting, he was able to look right own the front of the blouse, where the sumptuous mountains of saroja’s fleshy breasts disappeared into a mysterious darkness. Her ‘taali kodi’ snaked over the hills and valleys of her flesh like a gleaming river. Her cleavage could well have been a gorge into which the river disappeared, hidden from the eyes of adventurous explorers. Like gopi….At every stop, they rearranged themselves in different seating orders. Soon enough, gopi lost his.