"Wait!", the Chieftess Bitch interjected, "are we forgetting this land to be matriarchaly ruled? … The Bitch in Waiting shall yield the ways of retr...ibution here". The Chief knew that his attempt at superceding his wife's authority had failed, the Chieftess was always on guard against such coups. "I will deal with this 'oversight' on your part in the seclusion of the martial chamber." The Chief's cock jumped at the thought. The last time she had flogged him with hemp before pegging him with the. The best time and the reason for this story is when I went out to pick up some lunch. She usually asks for food that is hard to tamper with like crisps or chocolate or a sealed drink. Mind you she has enjoyed countless sweets that were placed in my briefs to marinaid in my balls.But this one time she asked for a kebab roll with mint chutney. I went to a shop near our work place where they serve this in open polestirine containers. I tool the food gack to the office and went straight to the bath. Not a very common sight it makes out to be. A middle class married housewife standing in the middle of a library, her sari bunched around her waist, bent over with her blouse open, her bra almost in her mouth and her ripe fruits hanging to be plucked. I guess the very thought of it would make any man or woman either shit with fright or get very excited depending on your orientation.My freeze traveled all the way down to my tunnel and I guess Mohan sensed it as he suddenly had his tool firmly. ”I slid around and sat down beside, rested my hand on her thigh, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. I whispered, “you know you are a bad girl just wanting to come out. Why don’t you slide those panties down to your ankles right here in the bar? I will block the view, but dave will see them slide down your legs.” Then i said, “i bet you are dripping wet right now, just thinking about it.”She smiled, and raised her ass off the seat, reached under her skirt, and slowly slid her panties down to.