Amar pod o mai dekhar par Samir amar mukh dekhechhilo ebong takhoni thik kore niyechhilo, khonj niye amader barite biyer sambondho korbe. Kintu takhon...aar Samir nijeke dhore rakhte pareni. Fanka mathe giye panter chain khule bara ber kore muth mere feda ber korechhilo. Sedin rate ghare fire amake mone kore abar handle mere bara theke ras ber korechhilo.Eisab katha ami anek pare jenechhi. Samirer bari theke amar jonnyo biyer sambondho esechhilo. Samirke amader barir sabar pachhondo hoyechhilo.. What was done was done and whatever happens, will happen anyway. When he had first opened the newspaper and saw THAT advert his heart had fallen down to his boots and rebounded back up again in a fit of extreme excitement. He still couldn't believe it. After all this time. He might actually experience the one thing that meant more to him sexually than anything else. Spanking. And, there on the page in front of him, was an advert for a Spanking Agency. A place where ladies bottoms were for hire. Big strapping, bare-chested muscular and tanned.Sandy introduced herself and Randy to Mike and Karen, “Hi! I’m Sandy, and this is my ... brother, Randy.”Jennie introduced next, “This is my mom, Karen.” Then taking his arm, “And this is MY HUSBAND, Mike.”Randy, thinking it was Mike and Karen that were married, had to shift that idea a bit. Mike was, it appeared, about the same age as his father and Jen, well, their age. He recovered fine as Sandy looked at him.Randy spoke, “Great to meet you. She had contemplated a celebratory intimacy with her husband after the Americans had been turned away. Now the Americans held York and her husband lay in her bed, injured. She reminded herself that he could easily have not come home at all and then momentarily wondered how much longer he would stay in the military. Abigail tiptoed to the bed and then eased herself under the covers. She slowly inched her way to her husband’s side and then carefully draped an arm and leg over him. He seemed to.