It was like going into a zone on the racquetball court. The music was right, my moves were right, my date was perfect. They played some jazzy swing mu...sic that seemed to match my heartbeat. Lissa moved, I was there to catch her, match her, and hold her. She spun away, her hand found mine to stop her momentum and bring her back. I moved toward her, she was in perfect synch, coming to me or bending back. We’d never been more connected.And we just couldn’t stop.The DJ kept the music flowing,. I directed her to the location and a gray color civic was front of me. she slides the half glass and got a sign from eyes to get in. In few seconds we were on the way.She was around 35, 5’2 a bit healthy(I love healthy women)was perfect to loose heart on her, after Hi, she told me that we are going to her home in Alipur, we entered a big gate and her house was like palace, she asked me to sit on sofa and guided house staffs, I got some drink and later she took me up stairs to her bed room. Wagera..Phir kiya psnd hai kiya nhi…Woh jese jese baat krte gae mujh se impress hote gae q ki use nhi pata tha ki mai itna bolta hon use to dar tha shaadi k baad bhi baat kr paegi ki nhi mujh se dhire dhire baat barhi imo or whatsapp pr vedio calling bhi hone lagi isi tarah kch months baat hote rahi.Mai bhi darr se zyada kch bolta nhi tha use woh puchti thi kesi lag rahi mai hamesha talta rahta tha bolta tha han achi hi lag rahi then usne ek din puchna mai apko psnd to hon maine kaha han tum. The idea of dealing with my wife like this and beating her certainly appealed a great deal. I was not angry, though, and I approached the scene with a sense of efficiency, as if I had a routine task to perform. Strangely, I did not even feel really aroused, though the thought of turning her arse dark red, and hearing her cries and pleading, was certainly something I relished.As I entered the bedroom Suzy was kneeling on the bed as instructed. She was facing the window, and I could see her.