Mr Smith had alreadyturned and left our property, waving as he closed the garden gate.I carried the present into the living room. The last thing I nee...ed wasto waste valuable dressing up time, but I sensed that I needed to dealwith the contents of Mr Smith's gift before I went to my mother'slingerie drawer. I tore off the festive gift wrapping to reveal a plaincardboard box. An envelope was attached to the top of the box with "Readthis first" written on it. I grabbed the envelope and ripped it. “Wow…She has been my fantasy too. Huge breasts she has. Can’t wait to see her naked.”“Asif has been fucking her for almost 2 years now. Their family owes Asif a lot of money. He financed their business in the initial days. In lieu of profits, we or rather Asif asked for TIT. They agreed. Of course, Asif put up some weird complicated conditions. She has to come here on demand. Will sleep with Asif only for 5 days in a month. And for every day she cannot come for some reasons, the day carries. It was actually quite uncomfortable to listen to them coo at each other. After a bit I dozed off.Vivian stroked my back, which woke me up. They were gone. We both rolled over on our backs."Does she know what she's got?" I asked her."After seeing that? Not a clue. I've had three guys and none of them ever fucked me like that. He played her like a violin!" Vivian said."Good god, Ian couldn't touch him and he was 19! And that body, he has the sexiest body I've ever seen in person." He must have. Guess what? Silence is imposed, it is her man and she pretends that she is alone at the moment. Her husband is calling to know how things are going, how has been the day and things like that which she replies that she was tired of her feet, blaming her shoes. She says that her feet are aching a lot and only he can make her feel better. At the same time, she is talking to her loved husband she is stroking the other guy’s cock, how slut is she? A lot! In a scale of 10, she would be 10, a one.