’Alan dutifully bent his head and as his cock ached he began to run his tongue from his mistress’ ankle until he reached her inner thigh. As he sh...wered her with light little licks his hands stroked the flesh beneath the nylon, caressing her thighs the way that he knew would bring her the most pleasure, stopping to stroke behind her knees delighting in the sensation of flesh under nylon. As he reached the apex of her thighs he could smell her. Through her sheer tights he could see her pussy. As he slowly pulled out, Akansha caught her breath back. There were a few drops of tear rolling down. I could understand the pain. Before even she could realize, there was a second thrust. This time it was harder and deeper. Akansha was crying in pain, the entire 8 inch was inside her.“God, she is one tight bitch, it is going to be a great fuck, enjoy the show, Abhi”He grabbed her boobs, gave them a good squeeze as he pulled out and push it back in again. This time the pain had subdued into. I removed my cock and placed several rasberries into her mouth. This time I held her hair and turned her head, forcing her lips to open as I shoved my cock in a bit harder this time. Again, I watched as she tried to take more and more in. She gagged just a bit, both on the fruit and my own flesh. My hand moved down her blouse and to her rump. I slapped her. Hard. Leaving a redness on her cheek. My hand slid downward, into the cleft between right and left, my fingers moving to her wetness. I. I still see my lover regularly so how can I possibly love my husband? I occasionally have a group sex session with my lover and a few of his friends so how can I possibly love my husband? I have even played at being a prostitute, visiting a red light area in Manchester, renting a room and having sex with several men over a few hours so how can I possibly love my husband? The answer is so obvious that I was surprised that people even suggested that I don’t love my husband. The answer is - how.