Main ne unsay kaha ke aap chalain main aata hoon main zuroori tools sath liyay or andar chala gaya. Bath room andar se dekh kar main hairan reh gaya u... ke aik corner main hanger laga tha jis per uskay kaprhay, nightee, or do char maili bras latki hui thin main abhi bathroom ka jaiza lay raha tha ke begum sahiba aagain or poochha ke chai chalay gi main ne kaha ki zuroor to bolin ke main chai lati hoon jaisay hi tap theek ho jai mujhay awaz de dijiyay ga. Main ne tap ko foran theek kar dia or. Then he walked away, leaving me alone in darkness. I do not know how long I remained there. It seemedan eternity to me, but then, for anyone who has ever suffered excruciatingtorment, a minute can seem like forever. I was damp with sweat, heedless ofanything but the pain. There was no respite from it; rather, the longer I stayedthere the more I hurt. An eon later my husband came back to the chamber.He felt the muscles of my shoulders and hips, tested the tension of the ironchains and shackles. She said I am not an angle I am a bitch and I am dying get fucked for three years. Now can you stop taking and do something.I was jumping for joy. She said make sure no one sees it. I said I will take care. I slowly kept my palm on her boob by folding the hands and taking the hand underneath the other. She put her dupatta on the arm to cover it. The touch was magical, her boos was so big and so soft I could not stop pressing it. She said bohat dabaliya Baha’i dusri vali dabavo (enough pressing. My climax approached quickly, so I rammed into her as deeply as I could and waited for my cock to start spurting.That must have been what Kayla needed because she immediately cried out in sexual agony and locked her legs tightly around my waist.Just as my cock began to shoot off, Kayla groaned and bit my lip as her orgasm swept through her body.“Oh FUCK! I’m cumming!” she cried.It seemed like my cock spurted for a full minute as my balls and prostrate emptied. I felt her pussy muscles tighten.