We both watch the movie and I inserted hand inside sari and touched her pussy. She kept silent and was enjoying that. I started to kiss her and went t...o my bed. she went and locked her room and came to my room.She lied down with me and started sharing her life and cried. she belongs to rich and educated family while she was married to a man who was harsh in nature and only concerned about wealth. He never cared about anything she needed and all her needs are still met by her parents. She was not. Her European husband made the first steps to loosen her up. In the first years of her marriage she discovered her need for strong hands, her need to be gagged, her need for hard sex, her need for pain on the nipples. It is also her husband who found the strict slut trainer she really needed. The Master.She did not suspect anything. By email her husband exchanged experiences , pictures and fantasies?. His good internet friend filed everything on his computer. Also being an Indian, his friend. Pressing her full, aching soapy breasts against his chest. Gliding back and forth, sharing her suds with him. Sh4e gathered some suds from ber body, and reached down for his hard cock.Lathering him up from the balls, his shaft, to the swollen head of his cock. She kept gliding her hand along his thick cock.Gripping tighter,stroking faster. Abbey felt his cock twitch, growing harder from her stroking it.She pulled him under thw water with her rinsing them off completely. She opened the shower. Please have a seat as I finish up here,” she said as she gestured to a chair right behind her. “Hope you like chili.”“Chili sounds good,” I said as I took a seat in the chair.“I hope you’re hungry,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at me.“I’m very hungry,” I said with a hint of a growl.“Good,” she playfully said back.She stood up slowly, rising with her knees but still bent over at the hip, as she stirred the pan over the fire. Her ass right in my face, I wanted to reach out and grab.