" Then I told him that I loved how the silky undies felt on my cock.David was surprised by all of this talk, but I could tell he was fascinated. He th...n took the conversation back to the lacy boyshorts. He said "Do you wear those under your jeans like you do the silky undies?" I said "No, I only do that when I am around the house and alone. If I am horny already, they take me to the next level. The feeling on my cock is awesome." Then he asked if all of these undies were my wife's. I said "No,. So edible. So laced with masculine vitality. She feared that even an accidental kiss would paralyze her. Even the mere act of him shaking hands with her employers, in these banally upscale culinary settings, was a visually delicious little spectacle to voyeuristically cherish. A silent giggle curled one corner of her lips and she looked down to hide her joy, like a schoolgirl with embarrassing secret thoughts about a boy. Her particular joy this moment was Shimada’s stylishly mussed jet-black. Woh subah aati thi 1.30 ghante ke liye. Woh aksar chair ya table pe chadkar fan aur dusri uunchi chizon ko saaf karti thi. Us din main subah such kitchen maine chai banai aur jaise hi chai lekar kitchen se bahar aya to Sushila samne hall main ek chair pe kadi hui fan saaf kar rahi thi. Uski saree ghutne tak uthi hui aur uska pet aur boobs bhi saaf saaf dikh raha tha. Mujhe uska pet aur uske boobs bare attractive lage. Pet halka motapa liye hue tha par uski gehri nabhi aur uske boobs dono hi. "I-I am a s-slut," she stammered through the waves of utter bliss, her words muffled by her leather cage. "I-I have tits. I have a c-cunt; I have an ass-asshole. I-I am ... I am ... oh God..."The first bite of the whip scattered the sweet glow of her orgasm. It seared through her skin, flashing like a shooting star across her mind. A riot of comets followed as the crop kept mercilessly punishing her flesh. It was pain all right, pure and cruel pain. But it also seemed to be a forest of barbed.