.pedh ke neecheyaur laa raha tha andar…tabhi usko rok di main…boli apni kameez utar kar aao…kyunki main tauliya bhul aai hoo..woh khushi se apni...kameez utar kar rakh di udhar…aur sirf (cream) dhoti mein aa gaya andar…aur mujhe sabun thama diya…maine sabun apne baal ,fir gala, aur fir Sthan(chuchiyon) per kameez ke andar se hi daalkar lagane lagi (usko pehle satana jo tha..)….fir usko bulai pass,boli meri peeth per laga do kameez ke andar se hi…wo sabun lekar shuru ho gaya1 hi jhatke mein neeche. He’s not great at parties but he does alright. Sometimes he does this thing where he just wanders around and talks to whoever approaches him but doesn’t go out of his way to meet others. That’s exactly what he was doing tonight. It was probably for the best, since he had no idea that the guys chatting with him about sports or politics might be fucking his wife in a little bit. After time for some drinks and idle chatting, Christina – the host – decided it was time to get things started. Marc. “Take off your bib overalls and lean clear over the sawhorse.” He told her. I guess she hesitated too long, because he stripped her of her overalls and threw her over the sawhorse. She was now clad in only her bra and panties, and he took her panties completely off of her.“One of the rules that you need to follow is that you will do as told with no hesitation. Because she hesitated in taking off her overalls, her spanking will be more complete.” The tour guide said. “Also, when you go. The sound of metal hitting bare wood resounds inside the small apartment. Looking up, she follows the noise. Seeing the shimmer of something rolling across the floor, she follows curious as it rolls, swaying side to side before stopping and circling upon itself before resting against the grain of the wooden floorboard."I wasn't dreaming!" Picking up the gold coin, she studies it close. A sheen of light seems to radiate from it as she holds the strange coin up toward the sunlight. A shamrock.