It’s only waiting for you impatiently.As soon as she said that, Vijay slid both hands from her neck into her blouse. His hand disappeared inside the...blouse, and he gripped both perfectly rounded boobs of Deepti. The way he cupped it aroused Deeti so much that she let her head rest on Vijay.Deepti: Hmm, Viju bhaiya, It feels so nice. You are an expert in groping my boobs. I was impatiently waiting for you.Vijay: They are so soft and perfectly round, Deepti.Vijay then, with his fingers, pinched. She concentrated only on her disobedience, while intense pain penetrated her thick guilt.Blazing heat flared where she'd sit. Grateful, she released a long gasp, allowing the breathtaking pain to consume her. “Thank you, sir.”“Last one,” he said.The cane scorched her soft skin. A fresh line of hurt erupted in her sensitive crease. She remained silent. Her bottom screamed for her to thank him, but she needed to trust he wouldn't go soft on her.He waited. Had she forgotten? Did it matter? He. We were having dinner and she looked up from her plate and tells me she decided that she gets the most turned on thinking about sex with Black Men. Then she makes me promise that when we play sex fantasy she would like it if we make all the fantasy men in our repertoire exclusively Black. Not exactly a surprise to me. I told her I already knew that, and I was cool with that. Now that I agreed, she can't wait to have sex every night and she wants to play fantasy sex almost all the time. My wife. 'It was okay you know? Always good I mean, but lots- lots of perves, guys touching- ugh,' she broke off. Lucy's inside seemed to crinkle at the thought, but her little prick beneath her thong grew despite that. 'Hm, I can imagine,' Lucy replied vaguely, 'and who's this pretty lady you've brought home?' she enquired, half sardonically. 'My name's Megan,' she butted in before Belle could slur out a long winded explanation, 'we, um, met in the downstairs dancefloor, you know the one with--' 'Yeah,.