The only difference was I could see my hand print on her reddening ass cheek. She solved the dilemma of how to get her weekend bag into my apartment w...th cuffed hands by kicking the bag. It was a slow process but I could see that the excitement and danger of getting caught was turning her on something fierce! Once she was inside, I closed the door again, pulled her down to her knees and removed the ball gag from her mouth."Please!", she squeaked in that adorable little pixie voice of. It was an obsession he didn’t want to acknowledge. It was sad. So fucking what? No one knew how much it meant to him. How much she actually meant to him. No one. He had waited for her, waited for so long and then she fucked Valentine. Dirty whore. Using her as a pawn to ruin him was very satisfying. What better way than ruining one’s reputation in the business world? John stood in front of the floor length window of his condo, staring down at the world below his feet. Who the fuck dare mess. With your arms around my neck, your legs around my waist and our lips locked together, your pussy engloves my very stiff cock and we let the wave’s motion do all the work. As we near our mutual orgasm – the first one in the morning is always so sweet – we pull our faces apart and gaze intently into each other’s eyes as we cry out in release. Our legs give out and we fall over, still tied together, under the next wave. Sputtering and laughing, we jump clear of the surface and run hand in hand to. He was kept in the dark room in the jail where he could not do anything but just remember the incident that had happen with him. This incident started when Mr. Ahuja was busy with his schedule of shooting in abroad. Even his wife was out for a business work at USA. He had not had sex for months now. He was very tired when he came to India at his sweet home in Mumbai. He was sleeping the whole night and was very lazy to wake up in the morning. He wanted was a good coffee. He asked his caretaker.