Sue. I like that. Like the Indians. And all this time I thought it was Mom."She was smiling like a schoolgirl. Which is just as well since I felt like...a schoolboy.I'd felt that way since yesterday. I'd found the most prominent example of the type coma I'd spent my short career studying in a boy who had one of the most mangled bodies I'd seen short of the 7:00 newscasts from Viet Nam.I'd come out to break the news and the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was sitting next to the girl who'd been. I said Pallo Mausi you are not a virgin? She said I am, but my hymen is tore because I used to insert lots of candles in my pussy. I stared giving motion to and fro, just after 5 mins I could sense the tightness of her pussy on my dick, she was coming so soon, she had an orgasm and she was satisfied. She gave me a hand job and released me with the pressure. Then we came out of the bathroom.That night again she wanted to have fuck session with me but it was very risky, so we made a plan to go on. My village is located near the outskirts of Tirupati. My father is a local money lender and we have a lot of property. My mother died when I was very young since then my father raised me alone and never married anyone but then he used his business and money to have affairs with many women. So naturally even I also got the same habit. The last time I came to the village I gave a 400000 loan to women for the operation of her husband. And by now think that loan must have become 900000. So I kept. She must be able to feel it well as I hear a whimper, it’s faint but it’s there. I pull her hips forward and off the table slightly, and allow gravity to do the rest as she slides, landing almost perfectly onto her knees. I repeat the process with another tie to her other wrist. Securing it to the table leg in the same fashion.I take step back and use the moment to observe her. Arms suspended and wrists bound to the upper joints of the legs. Her head hung slightly against the edge while dark.