That gave me courage. I gave her a hug and bid bye and left the spot.I couldn’t sleep thinking about her.So I masturbated thinking as if she is suck...ng my tool and pinching it. Next day we met at office and I was shocked to see that she was again in saree. I went to ask her why but she volunteered to say that she will wear only say where ever we meet. So from that day daily she used to come in saree as we both meet daily and even in saree outside. I was really happy.One day she called me over. I could get away with this innocently enough. Her skin was hot tothetouch, but so smooth and soft. I nearly came right then. She didn't pullawaywhich calmed my nerves a little. I slowly slid my hand down her leguntil Ireached her knee, then slid it back up . It was more affectionate thansexy, butI went a little higher than I had been previously. I repeated this acouple oftimes until my hand was at the top of her thigh. The hem of her short skirtwas pulledright up to her knicker line and I could. With a cock in my ass and cum running down my face, I turned and looked up to see my wife's boyfriend with camera phone. He had recorded the whole thing. He disappeared behind the stall as I quickly tried to get myself together. I opened the stall door to go after him and saw three guys standing there. They must have been watching from the door crack. I tried to squeeze by them, but they grabbed me. "Not so fast sweet heart." I told them I had to go as they pushed me back into the stall. Their. I never wanted to leave. my mind wandered back to some of our past plays...the cum and piss that was sent in the mail...at my request. Wanting to taste my Master so badly, taking Your several days old cum and piss and tasting You.i must have been in a total haze, remembering, when i felt a big arm wrap around my waist, as Your mouth pressed against my ear, You whipsered, ?hello slave...Your Master is here?. i suddenly came back to reality...turned around and threw my arms around Your.