I knew this game. We had played it so many times during our instant messenger liaisons, before I ran from Him back to my old life. The rules were neve... the same for both of us. "Yes, Sir." i obliged, as i always had. He looked down at me and put one hand on top of my head. "Does your husband know what a little slut of a wife he has married?" the words hung out there on the horizon like dirty, soiled bed-sheets. I was flush with contempt - angered, frustrated, betrayed by my own desire. I. I love that feeling. It’s so safe and strong. My back touches the back wall of the shower, and the cold tiles make me involuntarily jerk back. But he continues to push me towards it, and a shiver runs down my spine. His firm hands slip up my waist to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking at my nipples and I moan again. It feels like torture that he won’t touch me where I so desperately need it. His lips are caressing my neck, working their way down to the hollow of my collarbone, down, down, to take. ” Her eyes snapped up from her novel and locked on the box in my hands. A huge grin spread across her face, she had always been a fan of presents. Walking forward I set it down in front of her. The plain brown packaging gave away nothing about what was inside. She quietly asked if the gift was for her, as soon as I assured her that it was she began tearing it open. The packaging tape posed a small problem, but she won out in the end. First she pulled out a package of fresh batteries, an add on. .that night they both fucked me 6-7 time. my ass nearly got bleed by their fucks the next morning i got up at 9 am and saw Suresh and guna sleeping still, gone to dining room saw Sunitha reading news paper. i gone hugged her and said good morning momSunitha ” so you guys had nice fucks last night ” me ” ys they both seem very hot and hard yesterday night banged me well” mom”lol ys those poor guys were watching rasaak ans sabil fuck and cant able to fuck me so they put all those force on you it.