"When I read your story, I wasn't crying because I was moved, I was crying because I already know how it will end. I said I was sorry, not because I m...issed this milestone of yours, but because best friends should be there to keep from doing stupid things like this. Because I let my anger and pain get the better of me for my own personal satisfaction, I failed you in this, and for that alone, out of everything I've done, I am sorry."She had tears standing in her eyes. I felt battered by her. Suddenly, my elder son made a move in his sleep, which alerted both of us and she suddenly retracted, stood up and left the room. I composed myself and also left the bed room into the living. She was sitting on the couch watching the TV, which I had intentionally left on. I moved towards the window and lighted a smoke and carried my glass with me sipping some. She came out in five minutes behind me and asked me if she could have one drag from the cigarette, which I gave her and she took one. Her Master's pleasure, the feel of his hard cock in her mouth, taste of his pre cum and the tight pretty pussy in front of her combined in her own pleasure. She struggled to hold her orgasm, silently begging her Master for release. Michael pounded his fingers in and out of Pet's smooth, tight cunt. He listened to her cries of pleasure as he thrust his hips, fucking his slave's wanting and willing mouth. He could hear and feel when his slave began to moan. Her big tits wobbling at the. .but the problem is…where to go ?….we cant go to Sandips place….or in any hotel…..as if anyone show us…thatll creat big big problem…and sandip better understand the restrictions of being married lady….so while leaving baroda on National high way….he told me…clearly…look …we cant go to any hotel….or at my place…so better on the way…find some place where we can atleast find some liberty….i readily say sure….he drives car very fast…we cross the Mahi river..and than he turns towards Tarapur Cross.