Fir woh raat ko humaare ghar main hi sone lagi baton baton main usne bataya jain sahab to kabhi kabhi hi usse lagte hain meri bv boli mere to din raat... lage rehte hain fir unhone wohi bf dekhi or raat ko saath main bed room main chale gaye wahan meri thodi si bachi rum padhi thi pehle to usne mana kiya fir maan gayi meri bv khoob saare juice main rum daal ker mila diya or peete peete baaten kerne lage wo boli ki jain saab jab kuch nahin kerte to tum kya kerti ho woh boli ki yeh bhi koi poochne. Watching Terri eye balling his cock was pretty exciting, but he wasn't about to know that we enjoyed it. "Just what do you think you are doing" I announced as we walked beside him, jacking off to a porno flick? "And what kind of movie is this, it's not one of ours" I asked interroagatting? "So what is it you like, the big black cock or the white girl on the big black cock you enjoy watching" I asked him in a rough voice as my hands were firmly planted on Terri's titties? Immediately he. Maybe one month but surely not one week. She loves to see her slaves suffer. You did give her the key did you not? That’s right I said. She owns you. I hope you like getting fucked every night of the week. She has friends she will call up and they will fuck your brains out. I’m one of those friends. I hope you like pain. I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you in the ass until you are crying like a baby she replied. But I’m married. What about my wife and sex? I asked. Don’t worry. I took bath and changed to new kurta pajama then started reading news paper. She called on mobile after about 30-40 min. I entered her home with call bell. She was putting the dishes on dining table. I came near her…and expressed..”thank you bhabhiji…for this excellent preparations..”. She changed in sari ..yellow chiffon…with low cuts. She smiled “thanks ki kya bat he…bas eise hi…aap baithiye na…me khana lagati hu..”. I caught her hand and stopped. “ab nahi…”. “kya nahi..” she asked. “aapne.