The sound of the belt on her skin was pushing me over the edge, I wanted to beat her more with the belt, but I couldn't hold out much longer. I rolled... Monique over onto her back. The way her wrists were taped to her ankles it spread her legs nicely. I brought the belt down on her tits a few times, I caught her hard little clit dead on with the belt, raising desperate screams. I tossed the belt aside and climbed on Monique's body, my dick was hard and I was ready to blow again. She was still. He still was a little shaken by the threat Mr. Sinter had given him and he knew the man sometimes had the nasty urge to convince one he was not to be ignored. He had heard stories about men paying a visit to convey Mr. Sinter’s message.“Who’s there?” he asked as he kept a safe distance from the door.He sighed of relief as he heard the warm and sultry voice of his lover, “It’s me, my love.”He opened the door and was not prepared for the force the woman used to push him against the wall.Warm soft. Her hip have many fold . She is currently 35 years old and her son is 9 years old. And she have a dark in colour with flat belly. We stay in a same building opposite to her house . I used to spend most of the time in her house playing cards on Sunday and watching tv and matches and serials in her house because we didn’t had tv. Every time I used to watch her from the corner of my eye .I used to watch her cleavage while she cleans the home and many times. She used to tie her saree below novel. I looked left and right, up and down the vacant, dark road again and saw that there was still no sign of anyone coming.Stepping to the open door of the car I reached down to the hem of her skirt and hiked it up her lower body, exposing her bikini panties and the flesh of her flat stomach to my view.The sight made me swoon. This girl had very evident feminine curves to her waistline, hips and thighs.Laying askew and disheveled as she was, with her long, sexy legs hanging down out of the open car.