.. it is all fear and danger. And it is turning you on more than you would have believed possible. And my skilled hands! I maintain my playing with yo...r hard nipples... alternating teasing and caressing with pinching and twisting. Your back arches, lifting your massive breasts up into my hands, your body betraying you frightened mind.Incapable of telling how long it goes on, you feel powerless. My hands seem tireless, as I wring orgasm after orgasm out of your tortured nipples. Just when you. I am married to Ankur who works for an MNC in Hyderabad. He is working as an assistant manager-Opeations and earns pretty well. Infact Ankur’s family comes from a well t do family who live in Mumbai. After our marriage, Ankur had an assignment to go to US to migrate another process to his section. So, we decided to live with his Dad (his mother passed away an year before our wedding)for a couple of weeks before Ankur’s journey to the US.On our arrival, Ankur’s dad gave both of us a very warm. He knew that storing sacks of rice would mean another valuable food staple would be available to his people through the cold winter.A high point of the next few weeks was the main grape harvest. Scott and all his friends and family pitched-in to help. Although there were a relatively small number of vines, only one slope being covered by them, the quantity of grapes gathered in was still quite respectable. They had been left late and had turned a deep, dark red colour. Scott fully intended most. Naked Samantha stood in front of me. Down below Tiffany, Erica, and Elizabeth jockeyed for position around my cock and balls. Angela, Kim, and Sarah would kiss me either on the cheek, neck, chest, or maybe my back. I wasn't sure.I gasped at the touch of a tongue on my cock."Don't start!" yelled Samantha."It was Erica," said Elizabeth from below."10... 9... 8..." the TV said.We all joined in at 5."... 4... 3... 2... 1," we said in unison and let out a whoop.I was greeted by a big wet tongue kiss.