This is great game going on between them. One is trying to fondle other is trying to avoid."Dear, how could I allow you to sleep in front of this low ...lass driver", she was not using me as excuse. SHe was calling me low class. Meenakshi who was sitting almost nude in front of pizza guy was now saying she can't do this because of me. I feel little angry that she don't consider pizza guy low class but consider me low class. but later i realize she is doing this to avoid sexual intimacy. I know. He got out and took Tiffany’s hand again as they walked to the porch.“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss Grayling,” Phil said. “I’d greatly like to see you again if you’re amenable.”“I would like that, Mr. Warner,” Tiffany replied with a giggle.“May I kiss you goodnight to conclude our date?” Phil wondered.“Oh, please,” Tiffany answered. Their kiss started gently but in short order they abandoned all pretense. Tiffany hugged her body to Phil as they kissed, her tongue dancing inside of his. I was a broken, sobbing wreck, and my bottom was ablaze with pain.Finally, Miss Krieger moved to stand in front of me. With my arms pulled down tight, I could scarcely raise my head enough to look into her eyes. She smiled wickedly, and said, “I am going to give you twelve more lashes, Miss Gringsworth, all directly upon your sweet pussy, and with the full force of my arm. You are to count out the number of each stroke in a loud, clear voice. If you fail to keep the proper count, we shall. He rubbed her back, up and down, up and down... Down, finally, to cup her shapely, rounded ass cheeks in his hands. She moaned and held him tighter so he squeezed and kneaded those rear bumpers, pressing his cock hard against her warm belly for a while. Then, suddenly, it was over.Diane let go of him and backed away, her hands against his shoulders. She raised her head to smile at Sandy. He saw that her cheeks were bright red. He left his questions unasked since he was enjoying every minute of.