Old habits.Nothing except for her. Doubt. Bleeding out on the floor, unmoving, crimson stain steadily growing from her abdomen in the shiny lycra body... suit.Holstering the weapon I raced to her and crouched. Wound was clean, looked like a knife, but she needed treatment and fast.Scooping her up, I stumbled from the room and down the stairs, midday heat suddenly three times what the mercury said. An unshaven man came out of a tall iron gate and scurried back inside at the sight. Typically. Kuch badalne ko kapde aur paise dene jana hai use.Ashok uncle: Kab tak aoge?Papa: Yahi ek aad ghante mein.Ashok uncle: Uske baad to time haina.Papa: Haan hai par, iski maa yaha nahi haina ab. Club mein hum late ho gaye to ye yaha akeli pad jayegi na?Ashok uncle: Are haan, woh bhi baat hai.Ye kahte waqt uncle ek bar mere taraf dekhe. Aur bijli ki rafter se unki nazar neeche meri tango ke taraf jakar wapas aayi.Ashok uncle: To tum ek kaam karona, jakar aajao jaldi. Waise bhi mujhe tumhare bina. I enjoyed these times because that's when I got to fuck her well-used sloppy cunt, which resulted in tremendous orgasms for the both of us. As much as she said that she preferred the guys to wear condoms I knew deep down she wanted those black cocks bare. I could tell by how excited she got when that did happen, but the times necessitated caution.Over the past four years the well-endowed black men who have had the pleasure to fuck her have visibly stretch her once tight pussy. She gets turned. She washed and dried her new slut outfit, then packed them in a small suitcase with her toiletries. While watching a crime-drama on TV, she did her toenails, and then retired to bed. She had a restless sleep knowing her husband was out-of-town, and that she was about to be a cheating wife.Awaking from her light sleep at 6:30 AM, she went through her morning get-ready for work routine. She wore a short black skirt with a shimmering gold blouse which was cut lower than her usual work blouses, and.