With his mother-in-law mere feet away in the next bed, he felt like he should be an adult and shut this down before it got out of hand—but he wanted... to keep it in hand—his wife's hand, just like she was doing right now, her slender fingers and soft palm bringing him to the heights of pleasure. Even though having his mother-in-law so close was nerve-wracking, he had to admit that the riskiness of what they were doing made it scintillatingly exciting at the same time.He was lying there savouring. Her fingers start to pump in and out of my ass, which starts me swinging, pulling the cords attached to my nipples and balls. Wow! I groan. Mistress laughs. "So many sensations. So many things to play with."Mistress starts stroking my prostate and moves the wand to my perineum. From inside and out, Mistress milks my prostate and I feel my juices starting to dribble into the condom. She turns the wand off and puts it back on my stomach and removes her fingers from my ass.Again, she adjusts the. He wants to have sex with you tonight," said Mr. Zaman."I can't do that, Mr. Zaman," blurted Nusrat, in disbelief."In that case, we would be losing out on this very deal. Also, the reason for hiring you would then be pointless. If we lose this, then I cannot keep you in my firm," said Mr. Zaman with a tone of utmost professionalism."No, Mr. Zaman. You can't do this. You have got to save me from this," shrieked Nusrat, with tears running down her face. "I am sorry, Nusrat. This is beyond me. You. Had to give her that.I didn't see her that evening. Nor the next day. Being in radio, I had developed a pretty good internal clock. I could guess how much time had passed even without visual clues. I was able to take my mind off the horrible things that awaited, but that didn't make the wait any easier. The bitch didn't leave me any food or water.Radio people have all kinds of benefits, like the internal clock. But there are drawbacks to the profession. Like the fact that one doesn't get a lot.