Her tits looked superb. Carmen had discussed how she absolutely loved having her tits slapped. I reminded her to push chest out and then set about sla...pping them. Lightly to begin with, but by the time I had finished I had covered every inch of those bound beautiful tits. Carmen had told me that her tits had a high pain threshold and I tested it. I let her yelp and squirm as I slapped her tits. I slapped them rhythmically, building the strokes to a crescendo before a fitting dénouement. Her. To my surprise Baburam was there. I wanted to continue with my pleasuring for some more time but he had disturbed me by coming without even informing me. I was bit annoyed but asked him to come in. He was looking at me strangely and I realized that my hair was undone and few hooks of my blouse were not fixed in hurry. I put the pallu on and asked him to come to the bedroom to take measurement. Our drawing room windows were open glass type and were directly opposite to the adjacent flat. So I. I slumped on the backrest, my rear-end swaying in the air, as I caught my breath and savored a sweet succession of “after shocks” that kept radiating with gradually lessening strength from my sex to my toes and fingers and scalp. Finally regaining a sense of place, I stood up and started for my room. As I turned, I froze in shock to see Jamie standing in front of the bathroom door, watching me with that intensity I was seeing so often lately. “Now get yourself to bed. And try to remember this. It was after 2-3 months, our relationship started. My husband and MIL have returned. So we were really having trouble in having sex. Then I started going to office regularly, where we could have sex in his chamber sometimes and sometimes in the back seat of the BMW car after parking it carefully. But I was not getting satisfied with this type of sex. Often ISS stories say that when a woman is not satisfied, she looks for more sex. But in this case I developed disinterest in sex and started to.