It sent shivers down my spine even my husband had never done this before, his tongue hovered all over my inner-arse and my shithole. It gave me a very... different feeling, he inserted a finger into my crack and I let out a moan “ramnikbhai pleaaase aaah please pichey chodiye na aaah apko joh karma haaai aagey kijiye aaaah” but had no effect on him, his expert fingers moved in and out of my anus and he licked his finger and said “kya tight gandh hai, neha ji kya aapkey pati ne kabhi itni. “Calm down Jack, we've got all night and I need you to be hard all night!” I said as I got off him and went to the closet. “Well, what do we have here?” I pulled a pair of handcuffs, restraints and a whip out of the closet and walk over to the bed. “Arms above your head NOW!” I demanded as I clicked the handcuffs on his wrists and around the headboard. “Who's been a naughty boy then?” I hit my hand with the whip. “I have! I've been a filthy, naughty boy!” he cried out and giggled. I got. I backed off a bit and gave his head a lot of lip action, licking the fleshy hood and getting between that skin and his cock head. He growled how good it felt and started to pump it into my mouth more. By this time I was getting more used to his size, and my spit had lubricated my lips as well as his cock, so he pumped it in quite some ways, and told me that I was taking him deeper than he'd had. Told me his wife wouldn't try and that I was making him feel real special. Then he asked if I. James instead of Fairfield. I'd learned that, in this timeline, I'd also tried out for the St. James baseball team the previous three years, with the same result as before. But why couldn't it be different this time? Why, indeed? I had the energy and stamina of a teenager, with an adult's knowledge of the game. Plus, I was spurred on by the determination to improve on my first go-round.I mentioned my plans to Diana a short while thereafter, during our morning get-together in the cafeteria..