Ti pathit vaakleli hoti. ti eka thapdichi pan navti. mala tila ek thosa maravasa vatla. pan sultana mhanali:’ tichyakade laksha deu naka, ithe aamch...yavina konihi yet nahi’. to divas asach gela.Nantarchya divshi gudi padva hota. aaine aadhi sultana la vicharla. ti khushine mhanali:’ho kara na, mala pan pahayachay tumchyat kay kartat te!’ mi gallery hoti tithe gudhi ubharli aai tyachi puja karayala yenar hoti. aai nehmi nauwarit gudichi puja karat ase ani aajhi karnaar hoti pan aaj tichya manat. I reach around and pinch her clit between my thumb and fore finger as I thus two fingers into her juicy pussy. She moans and bucks as my finger drive in and out of her. She struggles against her bonds as she racked with her orgasm. The waves of pleasure begin to recede and slumps over the back of the chair her breath is ragged as the last of the spasms subside. I move around from and take her by the hair pulling her face up. "Thank you SIr...thank you Sir". Her face is flushed and her her hair. I turned to go get something from the fridge, and caught a glimpse of her at the table. Peeking at me from under the table was her open skirt. It wasn’t wide open for the world to see, but her legs were parted enough that there was a shadow in there. I couldn’t tell if she had black underwear on or none at all. The thought was getting me hard, and I must have been showing that. She was glaring at me like a piece of meat.All though dinner I was playing footise with her and she was playing along.. If someone traced it, then his version of the nuclear option would kick in. He would destroy my digital life. I was fine with that, since I didn't give a crap who he was.The phone rang a few seconds after I pulled in. I had no idea where, but he/she was watching from somewhere. "Put my shit in the trunk and drop the cell phone in with it. You do know I am going to check it for tracking devices." Suit yourself, but tell me this. How many surveillance cams did I pass on the way down here? Ones.