When she was going back to kitchen, I saw her shaking round ass which was protruding out from her saree. Rarely have I seen this kind sexy ass in real.... Comparatively to Meijan her husband is very short in height and not that much handsome but good person. I understood that she got married to this man because of his money and job position. I became mad to get her anyhow. The main problem was she is very conservative girl as most of the Bengali.Next day I leave out my classes and gone to her. She opened her eyes, and then closed them again. She didn’t move. He carefully reached down and tried to pull the blanket back from her a little.No one, he thought later, no one had ever taken him by surprise as well as she did. When everything stopped, he was frozen, extremely conscious of the knife at his throat. She was sitting on top of him, holding a butcher knife on him. And she was still sick, her breathing labored, pain written all over her face. But she was ready to kill him. He didn’t. "Here I was thinking a cunt like you must have slept her way to the top, but you are tight as a virgin. Looks like I was wrong, you arent a slut....oh well. More fun for me."I cried into the hood of the car as he started to pump slowly in and out of my raw pussy, I felt throbbing starting as my abused vagina tried to produce lubricant to stop the pain. Slowly I felt the thrusts hurt less and realized I was getting wet, and I nearly gagged at my traitorous body. He noticed too and started to go. And the way she tossed her black hair from one shoulder to the other, carelessly, effortlessly, as if she'd been a real live girl her whole life. Well, she had been a real girl once, I reminded myself. We hadn't talked about her family at all. I didn't even know her real name, since it seemed fairly obvious that it wouldn't say Shelly on her birth certificate. She didn't even have one of those, or if she did, it had to be fake. Like pretending to have a daughter every fifty years so she could.