The police had moved on to other cases. He was sitting on a chair, wearing a vest and a boxer. He walked over to Bikram, grinning at the look of utter hatred on his face. Laying back, he let her take control, simply using his hands to fondle her breasts, or reaching down to her snatch to stimulate her clit. Bikram thrashed against the Chair in fury as Karan gazed at Rani in frank appreciation, swallowing audibly as he took in the beauty of her body. He is making you say this. Noting Bikram’s expression, Karan smirked again. This is the last thing that you would see before you slowly bleed to death – how your loving cop wife has become the cock-slut of a criminal” From his position on the chair, Bikram could see everything going on on the bed. “Hello Bikram, so nice of you to join us”, she said.
