Luckily, their interactions over the course of the meal had made her pussy wetter than India in monsoon season. He was relatively short, so she slippe... off her heels to adjust her height and grabbed him by his dick.“I’m ready for my stuffing now,” she giggled. She bent forward, loving the feeling of exposing herself fully to this man; a man that wasn’t her husband. She could hear her husband’s voice giving his speech. Marcus slid his cock deep inside her for the first time. “Oh fuck, yeah. Show. ” As I stood up, Dean kicked off his shoes under the table.I stood up and moved to the middle of the room. The lamp over the table offered only a dim light for the rest of the suite. The full moon shone over the city lights through the large window. 'Damn,' I thought to myself. 'How did things get here?' I put myself in this situation. There was no way out now. Fear, excitement and arousal mixed like an intoxicating drink. The truth is, I wanted to be used.Dean walked around me slowly, staring. We came back and next day I went to the same shop and purchased the saree liked by Savita and got a gift pack done. I presented the gift which Savita accepted very reluctantly. I asked her to open the pack and when she saw the saree she became very emotional and took me in her arms and said as to why I spent so much money. Her body had intoxicating natural perfume and my cock started hardening and I was sure that it was touching Savita on her thighs but she kept me in the embrace. I also. Then my regular drove in, he nodded to me and drove out straight away. I knew to follow. I was already excited, partly at the waiting and the attention of the old man in the car ear me but also because my regular had arrived. I knew I was in for a good face fuck.I followed his car along twisting country roads, almost one lane wide, with heavy foliage, then he pulled in sharply to a driveway on the left where a closed farm yard gate blocked access. I pulled in behind him and stepped out, patting.