Again, I confessed my problem to her and she suggested that we shower together. She took control as she bathed me and drove me close to the edge. I to...ok her to the bed and we had raw animal sex, again reaching a thundering climax. We continued our sporadic online lovemaking by keyboard for several weeks. I suggested to her that I would like to voice chat with her. She was reluctant, saying that she was to shy to say those words. Finally, she agreed and our relationship blossomed. She didn’t. He does buy me clothes he sometimes wants me to wear at home but that's never a gift - more like a strange punishment (or at least he thinks he's punishing me most of the time). I was too afraid to open them before he wakes up, they might not be for me after all, so I did my chores around the house until he woke up.When he did I could see on his face the disappointing. I instantly knew he expected me to open them so he can have another reason for punishing me. For a moment I thought of this as. Rahul was in some sense and was watching his wife in the pool.After two minutes, she starts to come out of the pool. The pool lights were shining on her wet body. Anju was in a bra and putting her hair behind. She was looking damn sexy. It gave a hard-on to Rahul who was her husband, so god knows what other people on the deck would have got. She was still drunk and comes and sits on a chair beside Rahul. Rahul stands up to fetch a towel for her.When Rahul comes back, he sees that his wife was. I was rubbing back of my fingers over her right boob, sideways and it felt awesome. The intensity increased and she closed her eyes in pleasure.After a few minutes, I tried grabbing them sideways using two fingers and the thumb. She took a deep long breath. My hold started becoming strong and now I was pressing it hard. She again got hot and couldn’t control herself.So again held my hand and with an angry face said. ‘Don’t you understand? We are in a bus.’ So with a sad face, I sat straight. I.