I felt myself getting excited. I was naked, on my knees in front of the computer. ?Yes Sir. I am ready? Shit. That was a mistake. ?I? S...ince when do you get to refer to yourself as I?? ?Sorry Sir. It won’t happen again? ?Goddamn right it won’t. beg to be punished for your mistake? ?Please Sir. Punish your slave for its indiscrections? ?And what kind of slave are you, boi?? ?your worthless faggot slave Sir? oh god, what was I saying? ?ha,. The anticipation, the exchange of dirtymessages is all pretty nice. A good woman can get my pussy aching and wet. I like to think about how she'll squirm and moan under my touch. And I would be lying if I didn't also hope she was eager to dive in herself.There's nothing like being out of your mind with lust as someone licks and sucks your clit and you look down and see her face in your pussy. No closed eyes for me. Just seeing her lovely face will send me over the edge. I guess I'm easy to. About 10 or 12 days had passed by and I was supposed to be staying there for 15 days after which my hubby was to come to take me from there . As I had other plans I rang up my hubby and told him that I would like to stay here till the Vidhi ( a ritual ) which happens when the Sava Mahina ( 40 days usually ) commences. I had a good reason of my Sasumas ill health and naturally my hubby was much happy to oblige as my staying would give his mother more care. Meanwhile Ketan was in full form,. But I have toadmit that I do know and sometimes like to retell some less than genteelstories. Like about the ignorance and funny traditions of immigrants,about female gossip, silly taste for sugary romance, bad driving skillsand about abrasive feminists. And while I was married with her I was oftenso late home to dinner that I had irritated sighs from my wife. Standardapology then was that I had been soooo busy, she mostly accepted that witha sigh. Wifes accepted such things in those days, you.