I swallowed and managed to get out a very weak “sure...” Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit kept racing through my mind. Where the hell did this come...from? I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon not able to focus on anything. I couldn’t figure out what she needed from me but the word “sexual” constantly re-entered my thoughts. Then the end of the day came and I ran to my car and raced to Macy’s. I stood on her doorstep, heart pounding in my chest and rang the doorbell. Macy opened the door. Woh meri biwi ke muh mein ander bahaar ker raha tha maze se….Kuch dare baad jab woh jhadne wala tha toh usne bola…Ab dekh mard ka lauda teri biwi ke muh mein kitna maal nikalta hai….Yeh bol ker usne 3 ya 4 baar jor se meri biwi ka sar uper neeche kiya aur usne apna saara paani meri biwi ke muh mein he chorh diya…..Us african ke laude se itna maal nikla ki meri biwi ka pura muh bhar gaya……Meri biwi ne badi mushkil se uska pura paai pee liya…..African bola dekh yeh hota hai mard ka lauda….Teri. So... Fuck. I'm screwed."Hi," she says, and I can tell she's nervous.I smile, "Hi yourself." Sorry I'm late," she shrugs.I shake my head, "If twenty minutes late makes you look like that, you should always be late." And then the words are out there and I want to take them back.Until she blushes so beautifully and slows, shyly smiling and quietly saying, "Thank you. You look nice too."Oh fuck! She thinks this is a date!? I am so not ready for this!!"Uh ... where'd you get the chair?"I grin.. ” Melissa said as she spread her legs wide apart again.Then she felt the men’s hands on her bare bottom. “You have five nice parallel welts on your red bottom. Now you will receive five more form the other side.” One man said.“These you will receive in quick concession.” The other man said. “You can cry and yell all you want, just stay in position.”Melissa gripped the legs of the stool very tightly, and prepared herself for the pain.She felt the now familiar tapping on her poor bare.