We would meet in the massage room. I went off to have my shower and slip on a pair of baggy shorts - I needed them to cover my growing erection.I lock...d the front door of my private gym - I didn’t want to be disturbed if this session turned intimate. I sensed that this lady was wanting revenge, and I was amenable to being a party to that revenge.We met again in the massage room. She was wrapped in a huge white towel. I asked her to climb up onto the table whilst I grabbed the massage oil from. I was surprised to find that I had a rich quality of life now. The business was growing, I could spend more time with my daughter and I was also getting socially active. I would visit Anandi often. I had no inhibitions in her house and we would discuss anything under the sun. I confided to her my inner most feelings and she would listen patiently. I mentioned to her that Vinayak had a thing for me and was trying to make a move on me. I thought that Anandi would disapprove. However, her reaction. Stand up again and face away from me"She washed his back paying his bottom particular attention. She rubbed the soap in his crease and then gently washed it pausing to tickle his sphincter and immediately round it. Mark groaned. She smacked his bottom."No complaining from you, young man," she said."I wasn't," Mark protested. "I was..."He was interrupted by another smack. "No complaining, I said."Mark bit his lip to stifle his laughter.Another smack. "Answer me when I speak to you," she. And his hands were on my breasts, where the clips were, pinching it further. Then he slapped my round buttocks with his bare hands, over and over and over again. He kept saying, ‘ hawe randi, why don’t you talk? You wanted a fuck. You got your fuck. Randi, sali, gutter ki maharani’. Then he pushed me on the bed, turned me on my back, put his cock back into my choot, and kept fucking. My pussy did not seem to dry out from all the friction and roughness his cock was causing my cunt. This fucking.