I step aside once more and this time, the picture is of a very full breast, poking out of a zip in a latex catsuit. The nipple is very erect and like ...the lips, it's been painted a deep crimson colour too. This time the text says, "Oh yes, I know who you are Jack. A friend told me ALL about you... you dirty fucker."No sooner have I read this than a third message arrives. This time, the camera has travelled further down the body, and the shot focuses on a pussy pump, sitting over what even on a. I was going to serve him after this, but he took by himself, that hurt me a little, but I ignored that. He was my super hero and I loved him, and hurt is obvious in love. Things went on normal and I completed my household works till evening and even completed preparing dinner. Even though I was busy in works, I was dreaming of the superb morning and about my super hero.At night after having dinner my mother-in-law slept taking medicines, and my father-in-law was watching tv . Woman in me woke. I licked his sack all over, savoring every inch. His sack hung low, actually resting on the couch, I was able to suck each one of his balls into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. He moaned as he put a hand on the top of my head, I felt his other hand fumbling with my bra clasp. I sat up on my knees and unhooked it; my tits without the support of my bra sagged ever so slightly. Jack's hands grabbed my tits and fondled them with great care."Shit Danny," Jack said, "what in the fuck were you. I managed to kick the door shut as I just held her tight.“It was awful ... why doesn’t he listen ... I hate him.” She almost screamed. I said nothing, just pulled her closer.After a few minutes she disengaged and walked into the living room and sat on the settee. She looked up at me and after apologising for crying, she slowly started to explain.“We were supposed to have a quiet night in, but no, he’d only gone and arranged a surprise birthday party. There must have been about fifty people.