I had thought of destroying something important; or if it was small enough, taking it away and giving it to one of their Arab neighbors; or maybe just...picking it up and putting it back upside-down to be a constant reminder of God's displeasure with them - but all of the many possible targets had too much religious importance. You know how crazy people can get about religion, and the people in that part of the world seem to be the craziest of all. The religious situation there seems to be so. I have to finish the project i am working on.” “that is not good for your health.” i smiled at him and almost bid goodnight, when rani came out with a big tiffin carrier in her hand. She smile at me and thrust the carrier towards me and said “take this. It is something we saved for you for dinner.” i readily took it, because rani must be the best damned cook in the city. Even my wife admits to that. “thank you chechi. I will return the pathram tomorrow.” menon sir then piped it. “you should sit. "And I see you chose the attire I recommended. Very good. You look quite confident and smart." Thank you." I stopped myself short of adding the sir this time."I am glad that you have had a successful day. We must celebrate, and I will not take no for an answer."I knew there was no point in refuting Mr. Darcy at this point. So, I sat in the car seat, hearing his voice reverberate through the car like a bass drum. The sound waves both chilling me and embracing me all at the same time. As I closed. I whimpered, loving it. I squirmed more and more, his dick pressing into my belly. My pussy itched at the ownership in his grip.Then his hand lifted.CRACK!That wonderful, stinging pain shot through me. My pussy drank it in, transmuting that delight into a euphoric rush that surged out of me. My eyes squeezed closed. My tail twitched, brushing his naked chest. A purr rumbled from my throat.CRACK!I hissed and yowled. The pain burned across my ass and then sank into my cunt. My juices flowered. I.