Now people roamed the narrow, flagstone street, wandering in and out of buildings. Images on signs over each building indicated we had a full range of...craftsmen available: fishing net makers, silversmith, glassware seller, pottery maker, butcher, tanner, smithy, seamstress, leather worker, pie seller, cobbler, fishmongers, and a wood seller. A young boy ran up to me and asked me if I wanted to buy a boiled egg. I shook my head and added a smile. The boy showed no disappointment and ran to the. I kissed him and he returned my kiss,’ Didi, we are marrying today in the temple. My friends are all there. I have told them you are my school time girlfriend. You are going to be my wife by tonight. Do you accept me as your husband? I have wedding dress, your Mangalsutra and everything else ready for my wife. My wife Malti is welcome to Bangalore,” he said as he cupped my breasts warmly in his hands and I was wet in my cunt.“I am so fortunate Ajay, to find the love of my life. Just think,. Although nervous she had no idea Matt was her "rapist" from the night before, since I had removed that memory. Her nervousness came from the fact that she was suppose to pretty much beg, if necessary, him to fuck her. That nervousness went into overdrive when she saw Martha with him."Hi Darla," Matt replied smiling normally, "I believe you've met my wife." Yes," Darla replied smiling, "Nice to see you Martha."Martha smiled back, but her eyes wondered from Darla's head to toe, making sure Darla. I prayed that I could one day pass it onto my daughter. She was already coming into her own as a Dominant under my guidance, but would she choose the path of leather and PVC? It was hard to say. She was too busy ballbusting to ask.And I was too busy to be ruminating this long! With a playful swat to my own ass, I got my mind refocused and began stripping naked. As I peeled my panties down my thighs, I noticed how wet they were. I'd felt the warm slickness as I'd worked, but ignored it like the.