" She pleads.I have my hands down her pants, one hand in front, the other in back. Her cunt lips are wet and swollen. Her tight jeans are wet with her...juices. My finger tip has found her button. My fingertip circles, pressing her swollen pearl."I'm so horny. Let's go upstairs. On the bed. Do me now." she begged.I pulled up my jeans and chased her up the stairs. In Katie and Allyson's room we stripped each other, to a standing embrace. My dick was swollen huge. She crushed it between her legs as. Raat ko darte hue bagiche ke piche bane kamre mai gayaWahan per Rafik tha usne mujhe kas kar pakad liya aur choomne laga phir bola chal bhadwe ab tak tu mera maalik tha ab mera nauker ban ja. Chal ab nanga ho aur mere liye paani laa.Meri aankho se aansoo aagaye mai bola maaf kardo aage se nahi karoonga to who muskaane laaga aur usne apne munh ki tambaaku ki peek mere munh per thhok di aur bola gaandu mai to tujhe apni randi banaaonga aur dekh tera kya haal karoonga tere ko bhi majaa aane lagega. ”Roxie slumped down in her chair, as well as she could with her hands fastened behind her. Sergeant Thibodeau wrote some more, filling in boxes on the form which Roxie was unable to see well enough to read.He glanced up at her.“Look,” he said, “if you promise me that you’ll behave and you don’t have anything that you’re hiding that you’re not supposed to have, I’ll break the rules and take off the cuffs.”Roxie stood up and the sergeant moved behind her. She felt him tug at the offending cuffs. Though this evening will, I have promised myself, and with the full knowledge of his wife, see me do so.For now though, I run a patronising young, brown and Indian hand over his gleaming dome that he may again focus on the missing head of full hair of which he had once been so proud.How must it be for a man of his years and looks to have to accept the authority and supervision of an Indian girl so much younger, I ask myself? To have her dictate what he must and must not do when his wife is.