Brandt felt himself growing hard again. How was it that he had never noticed that ass? ‘It’s a shame that the ugliness of your behavior disguises ...our physical beauty.’ The words were like a slap against Taylor’s face. She prided herself on her good looks, reveling in the power they gave her over men. Could it be true that Brandt didn’t find her attractive? Didn’t want her as she wanted him? She hurried to unzip her sweater, the platinum pendant falling against her skin, seeming to give off a. And the conversation continued……..One day I was talking to her and asked her to come to Bhubaneswar she agreed but told me to pick her from her area with bike otherwise, she will not come.At that point of time I didn’t have a bike so I borrowed it from a friend and asked a friend for his place , we planned to go to Puri but as she can’t stay overnight outside her home the plan was to pick and drop her near her home which is 60 km away from Bhubaneswar, on same dayThe dayI was so thrilled about. As she thrashed at him and dug her nails into his perfect ass. "That's it you bitch! You love my black rod, don't ya'?" Darren said. These had been the first words that he had spoken so far. "YES! YES!" I'm gonna' keep filling your tight pussy. Are you ready for some more, bitch?" YES! FILL ME UP, BABY! DO IT! DO IT!"The words exchanged between the two of them were like a script out of one of my porno movies. It was so hot too see my beautiful wife being fucked like a whore by this powerful. So I was living along with my mother. My mom was a social worker and hence would roam around all the time. Therefore I was practically alone. We lived on the first floor of a 3-storied building. In India, the ground floor is not counted hence there were actually 4 floors. There were 2 flats on each floor making in all 8 flats out of which 2 were empty. One on the ground floor and the other opposite ours.Then within the space of 15 days both the flats were occupied. A newly married South Indian.