Throughout the entire day, I was allowed light food. After waking up in the early morning at about 5:30 AM, I was made to take a good bath, dressed in...a red saari and was taken to a temple nearby for worshipping Goddess Parwati where I prayed for the long life of my ‘Suhaag’ ie my mistress. After coming back from the temple, I again underwent vigorous beautification process as my mistress wanted me to look like the most beautiful girl on the planet. Haldi and ubtan was applied on my body. Browsing the internet one day, I came across a bondage and spanking site, which before now I wouldn’t have even looked at, but there I was transfixed to my PC, watching and getting more turned on than I had been for a few years, not just physically but mentally as well. There it was, as though someone had flicked a switch inside my head, that’s what I longed for. Over the next couple of months I had brought bondage and spanking up in conversations with my wife but to no avail. I realised. We hit it off, he liked how I was nervous, and put me at ease, we swapped PG pics, and began to get to know each other, we would chat each night before bed, with things gettinf flirty, my dick would get so hard when we talked, after what seemed like a lifetime of chatting, we finally were meeting tonight, I had never been with a man, but was hoping it would happen tonight, I shaved myself more than I ever have as my new friend had told me he liked smooth, so I got carried away and did my whole. It was only when I blew my heavy load that she realized where it was going, and by then it was to late. ?Noo!!? Andrea shrieked, trying to pull away in the nick of time. She might have as well, if I hadn’t of been holding her in place for my massive load to splatter all over her beautiful hair. ?No?.no?? The Italian beauty whimpered helplessly, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as I shot my last few white, sticky jets across her silky raven colored hair. Turning her around, her face still.