Indian wife getting spoiled by her hubby with an intense orgasm

As it approached, I noticed that it did have red and green visibility lights and that they seemed to be blinking in a constant pattern. My Morse code is a little rusty, but I recognized the dash, dash, dash of an O and then remembered that an R was dot, dash, dot. The damned homemade drone was blinking “Boris.” I let it continue on its course. It flew directly over the patio and I heard a distinctive “Thunk!” as something hard hit the deck next to me. The drone then went straight up into the air and went dark.. My first thought was “Grenade!” but then the screen on the cellphone lit up and the device chirped lightly. I picked it up and a voice I had never heard before said, “Listen carefully, we have only a short time before Big Brother trains his ears on this phone.” Boris then explained that there might be a way to defeat the collar. “All you need is your Orgasmatron and a supply of the anti-Parkinsons drug, rasagiline.” He then outlined the complete plan for me. It wasn’t the craziest plan I had ever heard, but it was definitely in the top two or three of those to which I had agreed. After he had explained everything he asked if I had any questions. When I said no, he said, “In that case, you might want to throw the phone as far as you can into your backyard.” I knew what was coming next and launched the phone into a high arc out into the grass. It exploded into a ball of fire just before it hit. I looked out at the phone now burning in the middle of my yard and said aloud, “I now know for sure amateur that there are some people in this world who are more paranoid than I am.” Saturday began uneventfully. The caterers arrived around two and set up two tents in the back yard. One was for our meal and a bit of socializing. The other, which remained empty until they left to go get the food, would hold the Orgasmatron Ultra. I also set up some special lighting that would be used for dramatic effect. The caterers returned around five with four vans. After they emptied the first two vans, they parked them on the grass a little ways up from the house. Then two chefs– a male and a female– got busy setting up a very large grill. An additional van, with the same logos as the caterers, parked in the grass near the end of the road. The four men and two women who got out of that van were dressed in the same uniforms as the caterers, but they carried themselves totally differently. Two more individuals– I couldn’t see if they were male or female– parked the fourth van on the grass directly across from the driveway and stayed in place in the van. I had hired this security team before and knew that I could trust them to keep my guests safe from whatever might come from the outside, and if necessary, keep them safe from each other. The meal– as expected– was spectacular. Steak and potatoes may sound mundane, but when the steak is at the exact degree of perfection and melts in your mouth, and the potatoes are air fried in a blend of spices and herbs that explodes with flavor in your mouth, and the asparagus– yes asparagus– has flavor you never thought you would taste... and enjoy, then the meal is anything but mundane. There was, of course, a recommended wine, but everyone– including me– was free to choose a diner drink suited to their own tastes. I chose a dark, creamy ale, which brought a huff of disgust from the chef, but couple smiles from those who knew me. After supper, we real adjourned to the demonstration tent while the caterers cleaned up the tables. We would return for a light dessert– and hopefully an order or two– after the demonstration. Two of the security men walked with us the few paces over to the second tent and then stood outside. When we got into the demonstration tent, Loraine was already strapped in place on the Orgasmatron Ultra. Her hands were held on the handles at the horse’s head by mature wide strips of soft brown leather which coordinated with the dark tan color of the horse itself. Similar strips held her feet firmly in the stiff metal stirrups which were concealed with leather and made to appear as if they descended from the leather saddle. She had somewhat of a leopard look from the multitude of small, light brown, circular electrode patches which covered her exposed skin. As your warmth envelops me it feels just mature as good as the first two times. My illusions shouldn't be solid. I hope that there are lot more like you here on this little island.” Looking at them couple both in that moment I couldn’t help but think that this is the type of relationship I want. He even made her and me breakfast before some of her friends got there amateur to pick her up. Julie’s words spurred Craig into action and he knelt real quickly homemade and leant forward so that he was very close to Marge’s pussy and ass and could see the cum dripping on her lips. I was shattered. ‘Well for what it’s worth’ mum replied ‘I have to say the trimmed look works very well, looks so young and clean and big. “What do you mean?” A shiver of fear runs through me. Her hubby just couldn't take it anymore. Kim went in and changed then came out and poured herself a glass of wine, she made no offer to Ursula. Her eyes shone with liquid emotion.