Dinner in my grandfather’s manor was always on time, there were never any excuses, for not being there and properly attired. For the winner would be standing, and the loser would be dead at his feet!The chimes sounded, announcing dinner was about to be served. There would be no friendly shaking of hands, of the winner and loser. There would be no room for error, for that would mean losing and death for all. This would be the most dangerous game of my life. I opened the gate with my keys and told him to go back to my husband.He told me that the party will be. The driver was looking at my breasts and cleavage. When I woke up we were in front of our large bungalow.
I didn’t know that my saree aanchal dropped from my chest exposing big cleavage. I almost slept in the car as we drove over the empty road. There were some popular singers singing.I told my husband that I am going home. He wasn’t as gentle as I was, he pushed his finger deep inside her, she seemed to enjoy it lifting her legs wide to give. them feeling her young mound, as his fingers moved closer to my hand I saw how much bigger his fingers were compared to mine, I moved my hand to let his finger find her wet pussy, Jan gasped as his big finger went inside her. I slowly wound the window down giving him more room, he looked at me as he slid his hand down her body on reaching her pubs he ran his fingers through.
