He was constantly torn between "having another drink," and "... I'd better not as I'll need to get back home." On one of our nights out, he got comple...tely smashed. We were sitting in a corner of our favourite of the three bars in town and he was slouched down in his chair. His jeans had ridden up and his balls were tantalisingly packed down his left leg and the shape of his cock could clearly be seen on top of them through the fabric."... three bloody months," He exclaimed. "That's how long.". I’m not so sure about this….’ As he spoke, Rosie slipped. She slid and tumbled on the wet grass like a contortionist. Daniel reached down and held his hand out. She gingerly took it. As she picked herself up, she attempted to brush the stain from her blue jeans. ‘You okay to go on?’ he asked with a soft smile. She ginned at the concern in his voice. That felt good. But she had her pride to retrieve. ‘I’ll be okay when you get that stupid grin off your face,’ she said with some embarrassment.. I’m creaming on Mr. R’s tablecloth.” “Who are you?” “I’m your slave.” “And what do you need?” “I need to be fucked, Master.” In a flash, I felt the fingers slide out of my ass and I moaned at the absence of sensation. The straps removed and Mr. R and Carlos helped me climb onto the table. Master positioned me so that I was on all fours but tilted back like a frog. He pressed his cock against my ass and I leaned back hungrily until it slid inside me. I squeezed against him to stave off the. I wore a shiffon saree, neatly hiding my body which was reserved 18 years ago for Bhanu. He stared at me for a while and composed himself saying “you look gorgeous Chitra. The sari won’t suit the occasion but let it be and let’s start now. We’re running late on the way, I thought what’s wrong with me. I had the most desirable husband in the world. He always longed to see me happy. But, here I am depriving him his basic and exclusive rights of owning me and he definitely deserves me as he loves.