He was wearing grey cotton training pants a hoody and high trainers. I was in my button front white blouse, easy to undo to feed baby, short black shi...rt, usual tan stockings with suspender now it fit round my belly once more! I had a pair of black sling backs on with 4" heels.I asked Victor outright if he liked me? He was not disagreeing. I thought maybe he thought I was a slut? 'Lady, you one kinda niggers dream, nice big ass, lovely feeding tits and I bet one cumfy pussy to ride all night. She liked me and she said we will talk over chat for few days as friends. I readily accepted and we are talking regularly. She used to tell her about her family and husband.One day I asked her that I wish to see her. And she sent her pic as email. Trust me guys when I see her pick, I felt like a fuckifucking hot bitch and I felt sorrow for her stupid husband who was about to give diverse.Days passed and one day she asked me like shall we meet. I readily accepted and told her we can meet in. " She felt a hand on the inside of her right thigh. It slid slowly between her knee and her crotch, just grazing the surface of her flesh. She tried to move her arm, felt the leather straps at her wrists and elbows. "Shhh...just relax." His hand slapped the inside of her thigh hard. She tried to move but felt straps at her knees and ankles too. "There's no point struggling. You may as well just lay back and try to relax." He slapped her again, harder this time. "You won't need your sight for. I was more than willing as I pounced on her huge globes and alternated between each one of her boobs by sucking and squeezing. Ambika’s nipples tasted like plum cake while the gentle scent of coconut oil emanating from her flesh drove me crazy. My mouth did dirty dancing on her boobs for a while before my eyes descended down. Ambika’s thighs have always looked amazingly shiny and strong. I remembered how she used to jump whenever I licked her inner thighs are stroked the soft skin on her legs..