Ye sari bate usne mujhe phone par batayi…usne kaha ki rohan mai tumse dosti isliye karna chahti hun ki mai tumse apna dukh dard baat sakun…pahle t... mai darti thi ki ye galat Hai kisi or ladke se baat nahi karna chahiye par bad me use laga ki kuch galat nahi hai dosti karne me to koi burai nahi ho sakti..kuch din hum u hi bat karte rahe wo mujhe sab kuch batati thi ki aaj kya kya hua uske bare me sabkuch usne mujhe bataya or apne husband ke bare me bhi ..uski sirf ek beti hai jo bhilai me padhti. I have a couple of online buddies with similar interests. We were talking about the dilema. My wife is very sexual. Very horny, loves to suck cock. After discussing and attempting to come up with a plan. One of my friends and I decided we would try a direct seduction. I planned a date night with my wife. Dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by heavy petting and kissing in the car. After dinner coffee. John would be waiting on us to exit the coffee bar and would strike up a. I was scared but also excited, my nipples were hard, my pussy was over flowing with juices.He took a large rubber handled mallet out of the tool box & started to insert it into my vagina, I tried muffled protests out of my panty stuffed mouth but it was useless, by now he had the whole handel a good 12 inches deeply inseted into my cunt. He used some leather staps to smack my face & breats, leaving welt marks on my fleshy white tits, he left the rubber mallet fully inserted inside of me &. She wanted to explain, but what was there to say? Greg made her feel so much different than he did. It wasn’t Gary’s fault. He just didn’t have that edge that Greg did. The one that could elicit those responses, those actions. Awaken that submissive side that she had never really known existed. ‘Of course,’ Gary continued, ignoring her feeble effort to say something. ‘Maybe now that I have these pictures, I should expect to get a blow job every day.’ Oh, God! He was threatening her. And it was.