Prone and somewhat overawed, he idly allow Fay to grab his wrist and place it against the iron bedstead. A ratcheting sound of metal on metal followed...and on trying to withdraw his wrist, it held tight. "Sh.." said Jack surprised.In his surprise and fumbling for what to do next, his other wrist was fastened quickly in the same way. Now helpless with his arms above his shoulders, Fay emphasised his predicament by straddling his chest with her slight body. "Shit? Oh, quite," said Fay giggling,. So it was decided that Malini, the kids and Shanti would move to Chennai immediately and I would join the family within a year.About a week or 10 days prior to this departure, one night a strange event happened. A drunk lout claiming to be Shanti’s dad landed up at our house and rang the bell. I was eating dinner while Malini opened the door and I could not hear what was happening but I could make out abuses being shouted by the man. I rushed to the door to find a man in a driver uniform. She was Sasha's friend since c***dhood.How could she not give a flying fuck about her feelings. But the reality of it was, she didn't give a fuck. She was giving a fuck to the wrong person. And this bitch was loving every fucking minute of it.Mike flips her over and licks her juicy pussy.He was feeling cocky by now. "This pussy and ass is mine isn't it Tammy?" she nods as she moans. "I don't think I fuckin heard you baby!" "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss! Fuck yes!" she was crying out like the slut. Bryony thought for a second, but then remembered witnessing Leanne Hanson slippering four of her year nine class in her office. “One, thank you Miss!” She said, possibly too loud. Joanne tapped her bottom again. “Good girl.” The second stroke followed soon after. It was harder than the first and landed just above where Joanne’s first stroke had landed. Miss Parkinson took it better than the first and managed to hold her position across the desk. “Two, thank you Miss.” The third stroke.