I rubbed him for a very long time, working everything painful out, even massaging his legs and arms, fingers and feet.After maybe a half an hour to fo...rty-five minutes we could not wait any longer. We went into fucking mode and started with lots of kissing and fondling, and then he started delicately licking, nipping at and teasing my nipples, building up until he was devouring them. My pussy pulsed in anticipation for a good fucking.I did not know what he would do or want this time. I was very. He leaves. Silence.Then there is the voice: Soft; firm; feminine; self-assured; confident; business-like. "Stand..."I stand – actually, kneeling was getting uncomfortable – but the disembodied voice is unsettling. It seems to come from far away. It comes to me from nowhere: no loudspeaker: no sign of anyone speaking personally."Turn around..."I turn."Kneel..."I kneel again."Tell me about yourself..." No thank you." My advice is that you should answer promptly and honestly." Why should I? Who. Sharma and Mr. Desai. I invited them. They were having chit chat and my husband taking them thru the home to show them the flat, later they came to hall sat, I gave some snacks, in between I am not sure who someone asked are you not giving drink boy? Then my husband gone and got the drink from the fridge, I served the drink to their glass they were having and talking. Later one raised asking why don’t your wife join here, then my husband called me to join them, I sat next to my husband, and. Hands in his pockets pulled his blazer up framing his sweet ass. Her heart sped up just looking at him and she had to remind herself to breathe. There was something about him that drew her in, his presence was warm, heady, sensual. She had been drowning in it for months. Delicious delirium. He turned and looked her way, caught her eyes. It was hard to tell what he was thinking when he recognized her. Was he putting up his defenses? Was he happy that she came? She walked to him, it seemed in.