And put my finger in her pussy. It was already wet. She mourned a bit. AhhhhThen she removed my jeans and saw my tool.She “wow bhaiya, apka toh boho...t bada hai. Mere pati se bhi jyada bada”Me”toh kutti ddekh kya rahi hai chus use.”Then I held her hair tightly and put my full 7 inch dick in her mouth. She was not able to handle it in her mouth but I forced it in. her mouth was making sound. I could feel my dick totally wet in her saliva. Sssrrrpp sssrrrpp. She was breathing heavily.Then after 10. I started to suspect that although she was professionally a BDSM performer, personally she was a sub. That she craved to be dominated and controlled by a much more powerful and confident man than her.Well, my suspicions were not unfounded. Her place was close to the café we picked, so she invited me to her home "for yet another drink". While at the café she gave me a lot of hints about her pleasureless sex life, how her slave does not satisfy her, and how powerful she feels on stage, yet. They told us to meet them in the hotel lobby around 5:30. We stumbled across the main highway, giggling and talking about how cute they were and the way they were flirting with us and pretending they were single, we noticed the wedding band marks, when we got to our hotel room we each took a quick shower & got ready for the evening. We knew tonight was going to be more than just dinner. Neither one of us wore anything underneath. I wore a flowered halter style short sundress. Karen wore a solid. You beat me saying it as you spoke it will give us a chance to get ....acquainted...i slight shiver ran up and down my spine... feeling the excitement as you spoke... i smiled and agreed.. ......i arrived at your door.... a single red long stem rose in my hand...the door opened.... you stood there before me my heart missing a beat as i gazed upon you....you were a vision of beauty...your blonde curly hair cascading down on your shoulders... your eyes slightly made up ... just enough to.