.I'll do anything you want me to..I want you to allow me to help you experience as much pleasure as possible, to pleasure each and every of your sense.....I release my grasp of her and strip all of my clothes in front of her in the kitchen so she can see me and hopefully relax her inhibitions in being half nude in front of me...and I go to the shower..Have another drink while I'm gone ..I'm in the shower before the water warms, feverishly washing myself as quickly as possible, only slowing down. I was bought up by a priest father and a housewife mother in a very conservative way, I grew up wearing half sarees, studying in a girls school/College, never interacting with boys etc. I was 20 years old and just out of college when my parent fixed my marriage with a business man named Krishnan. My husband Krishnan was 12 years older than me, he was a business man from Chennai who had his roots in my town. The marriage happened in a month’s time.Like every other newly married woman, I was. ." and accept that this is happening. Not that I am given any choice in the matter, of course. I hear him unzip, I feel the warmth of his engorged manhood radiate against my bared loins. He grabs both of my wrists, wrenching my back and robbing me of any support I could have hoped for, making it impossible to keep my upper body lifted up off the ground.I could already see from the expansive bulge of the Russian's cock that he was large in a way that I would hesitate to admit into my sex. That. She came to me and told me about the pregnancy. Her parents found out and they told my parents. So we had to get married. My dad said that it was the right thing to do. Hell, she was a good looking gal and I could honestly care less so we got married."I was fuming inside right then. It took every nerve I had to stop me from beating the shit out of this bastard."So you've been married all these years. She must really love you," I remarked."No, she promised me she would stay with me as long as I.