"A date?" Yeah, it's a guy I escort sometimes when he comes to England on business, an American guy, he's over here at the moment with a colleague and...wants to know if I'll be free tomorrow night with a friend" So you're an escort girl as well?" No" she looked hurt, "I tried it about three years ago, Tony was the first guy I escorted, he was really nice and at the end of the night, he paid for a taxi to bring me home and gave me five hundred pounds, I fell out with the agency after that and. Every time we have sex in the bedroom its with the curtains open and we have no nets curtains either so I'm a bit concerned who could be watching, its not the fucking, its the clean up and humiliation I don't want being seen. On Sunday she said "I'm booking us a quirt hotel for a weekend away" but she didn't want me spoiling it by wanking all week so I had to wear a cage, what she held in her hand was a chastity cage, I had herd of them but never actually seen one. I was reluctant but said I. Chaddi to shayad, bholu hi lekar bhaag gaya tha. Main ab nahi ruk sakta tha. Maine apni pant aur shirt utar di. Aur apne underwear se mast kalandar ko azaad kar diya. Lund poora khada tha, par bhabhi ussey mooh mein lene ko tayyar nahi thi.Maine parwaah kiye bagair unko bed par dhakka de daala aur unke upar chadh gaya. Unka lovehole kaafi tight tha, par gila hokar bilkul tayyar tha. Maine unke haath lock kar ke apne lund se 1 karara dhakka diya. Wo zor se chillai aur gidgidaane lagi, “sammi. “I really needed that! You?”“What do you think?” I said, smirking.“Yeah, smart guy?” She took the glass and wine bottle from my hand and set them in the grass, putting hers with them. “Well, you’re not done yet. I want more! Lie back,” she commanded.Grinning, I lowered myself onto the bench and stretched out. No sooner was I reclined, than my horny wife undid my pants again and pulled them and my shorts down my thighs. My dick was only semi-erect, damp and sticky, but the warm breeze blowing on.