she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush chalu ho jayega. App kaha rehete ho.”She replied, “Nalasopara mai, bohut dur hai yaha se.”Slowly she started to tell me all. After these were in place I opened the door and helped my slave out of the truck. She stepped aside as I shut the door. I positioned her against the door and raised each cuff to the clip on the attachments in the window. The truck is pretty tall so her hands were just slightly above her head.I leaned in and put my hand behind her head and kissed her deeply, sticking my tongue between her lips and down her throat. She gasped. As I kissed her she began to squirm a bit. I stepped back and began. I had always wondered what my life would of been like if I had not got my leg over and got her up the duff.We got married as soon as she confirmed she was pregnant and moved into a 2 bed flat and I provided for them all working long hours to make ends meet. I asked the wife if she never regreted getting pregnant she said no but would of liked to wait a few years, to try things out, I had to admit she was a prude in bed and not a huge sex drive, maybe a shag once a month with a few handjobs.I on.Read More
