It was her turn to grasp for support as she rode him, pumping up and down. Her orgasm announced itself in stages, harshly whispered moaning escalating...into grunts and barely suppressed whimpers until she went stiff, trembling, her pussy pulsating around his cock. When it was over, she gasped for breath and sagged on him. She was worn out, but he still needed his. Taking over now, he pushed her up and off his cock. She staggered, turning toward him with surprise. He rose, for the first time. He retied her hands and turned her again to her back. She could not look at him. She could not give him the satisfaction of recognizing his power over her. He seemed not to care. Again he rubbed his devilish ointment into her palpitating sex and over her sensitive nipples temporarily cooling and easing them. Days passed in a blur as her mind dreaded though her body ached for his nightly visits. Each day she abandoned more and more of herself to his domination. She would do anything to gain. My husband also saw that he completely push his cock against my vagina over the saree but my hubby not dare to talk with him. I complaint my hubby about this but he told me ignore him. He is a nice man but has funny nature. He is like your father.So come to the point, mamaji offer me to do shopping for me which I happily agree and also my hubby was happy that he would not do expenses on me as he also tight in finanacial position due to opening our shops.I & mamaji went in afternoon for shopping. He groaned loudly with pleasure and pulled away from my pussy and as I looked down from my own orgasm I saw his cock explode in a fountain of spunk. The hot sticky load was pumping all over my ankles and feet and all over the bathroom floor as he rocked back onto his bum in a heap of ecstasy. 'What the fuck is going on here???' said an unfamiliar voice it was Mike and he had arrived just at the apparent finale of our little sex show. 'Alright mate?' Ollie asked cheekily grinning at his.