I had thought she was sleeping with someone, but now I knew what she was upto. She might have been pleasuring herself the whole night.I asked her wher... did she get it from? She told me her sister who stays in america had bought it for her, since her husband doesn’t have sex with her for last few years. He was dating some other younger bitch from his staff.She started crying and begged me not to tell this to shweta, since for shweta her dad was her hero. If she came to know about him she will. We were both excited about what was to follow, and just before dessert arrived my wife excused herself to go to the bathroom. She was gone for a little while (enough time for me to finish the wine) and when she returned was slightly flushed. She stopped by my chair and pushed something into my hand with a smirk and sat back down. When I looked down I could see that she had pushed her panties into my hand, she lent over the table and told me to feel the crotch - I did, finding that it was damp.. The political situation at home since Stalin’s death is ... uncertain. Beria, Molotov, Malenkov...” He glanced at me for a second, trying to guess what I really was. “ ... and your ... patron, Khrushchev. They are all jockeying to come out on top. Malenkov is a puppet and he and Molotov are supporting Beria for now for some reason, but I doubt that will last.”“I’d think you would be used to the complications and confusion with your job.”“I’ve never gotten used to it. I commanded a tank division. I see Darren shudder his thighs as I suck hard. His slick, long manhood was so delicious that I drool on my tits while sucking him. My mind is too lost in serving my man for the evening. Sometimes I gag on his long shaft and he encourages me, “Oh! Becky, your lips feel like heaven.” His cock, his loud moans, my deep Throating, and gagging and the result is a profound bliss. I feel like I chose his shaft over oxygen.Then, I get to my feet and shower him with kisses, and his hand is coming down.