Priya: No, never. I cannot do it.Sanjay: Okay, then you decided your future.Sanjay was pretending to send a video to Priya masi’s husband. Seeing th...is, Priya masi knelt before him, joining her hand, begging for mercy.Sanjay: Where was this attitude when you slapped me, huh?Priya: Please, sorry, I will do anything but this.Sanjay: The deal has been made. If you agree with it, then we both will benefit. But if you don’t, I am not losing anything, but you might.Priya masi sat there for a few. All was going reasonably well until Stephanie let out this almighty scream. ‘Get this thing off me!’ She screamed, pointing to the leach that was sucking her blood out of her like it was going out of style. ‘If you leave it there it will drop off when it has had enough.’ Cousin Geoff told her with a smile on his face. ‘I don’t want it on me for a second longer, just get it off!’ I grabbed it and pulled it from her. ‘It’ll bleed for a while. You see these things use an anti-coagulant to help. Sometimes I’d slip into them on the spot, other times I’d take them home and wear them to bed. I’d masturbate in them feeling her wetness against me.This continued through school and beyond until I met Anne, the girl I would later marry. Our dating life soon became intensely sexual and I had ample opportunity to enjoy both her and (without her knowing it) her lingerie. She finished college and got a small apartment in town. I soon start spending many nights there. It was across the street from. My husband respects women and has never made me feel inferior in any way. He earns a 6 figure salary and along with my earnings we live a comfortable life.Our comfortable life includes inviting an occasional and suitable person into our bed. We both enjoy a healthy sex life and if others judge us by our associations then so be it. I'm here to let Johnnie's readers understand the motivation behind the subject matter of most of his stories.My husband, fiancé at the time, would lay me on my back.