" Don't be disgusting - you find your own place away from mine." Mum replied."Please." I begged, "I've never seen a woman peeing and I thought after l...ast night that you wouldn't mind. Please." I told you that there was going to be no more of that and I meant it!" she said."I don't see why not - I promised you that I wouldn't tell anyone and we didn't hurt anybody. Please let me watch," I entreated. I could see her wavering"Please let me' I continued."I think it absolutely disgusting" she said,. Her eyes were staring unblinking from dark hollows in her face. I couldn't work out at first what she was wearing but finally realised it was the tattered remnants of the sweater and skirt that she had on when I'd last seen her, torn by the mistreatment that she had suffered over the last two days. Her tits were purple, and sore, the steel claws of the tit clamps, pinched into her nipples. Her hair was lank and greasy, sticky with I wasn't sure what; her face puffy from where her mouth had been. Your mails egg me on to write more. This story has previous parts which can be read above (links on top).Now continuing with the story….I reached my hotel and masturbated thinking about Nisha and I oozed so much cum that I myself couldn’t believe it. I then slept and was woken up next morning around 7:30 by my ringing mobile. It was Ravi on the other end and he had called to tell me that Nisha had loved the massage last night and she was so horny and wet that they had a rocking session that. However, I can’t have my wife being a common slut. In my position it doesn’t look good.’ Robinson sat down in the chair in front of Matt’s desk. He shot the cuffs of his white silk shirt, straightened his tie and smoothed the crease of his pant leg. He continued in his oh so very cultured voice. ‘In addition, we do have a prenuptial agreement and if I can prove infidelity she’ll have to leave with just the clothes on her back. I would be very appreciative if you can get the evidence I need..