You had no right to promise a competition,” Meredith’s mom explained.“But, mom I don’t deserve a spanking from him for providing a showcase fo... the camp.” Meredith was crestfallen as she pleaded her case, flicking her long blonde hair nervously.“Now you listen to me, Meredith. I have a job all summer running the kitchen and you were promoted to camp councilor and with your job come responsibilities.” “Oh mom you can’t seriously expect me to agree to a spanking from him!” “Not another word young. She found itsurprisingly easy to keep her composure, shame had become a drug ofsorts, neither wholly good or bad, but always needed. When pushed torespond to their jokes she simply played the bimbo, invited and confirmedtheir criticisms. Even the more insulting whispers that made their wayaround the table didn't phase her, as Naomi she was here to look stunningand entertain Susan's wishes. She was a parody of a woman, inflated andglossy, impractical and entirely for show.Throughout the meal. I nodded ok. By this time Al already had his hand on her leg under the table anyway. She was smiling at him and i saw her close her eyes and I knew right away that he was fingering her pussy, she took her panties off again when she had gone to the bathroom. I said we should take this elsewhere. I told him we had a room,but Al offered to take us to his house nearby and said his brother was there as well. Well Moni's eyes lit up and said sure. We left and she got in Al's truck and I followed in. Bhabhi a thodu marchu drashti ni bhos per uper thi acahank naakhi didhu…Me-kem bhabhi aavu kryu.?Bhabhi -aa raand ne ketlu chodis tu… Tadapva de haawe aane….Maane chod atyare…Me-ohk darling…Main bhabhi ne ubha ubha j kitchen ma set krya..Aiyan drashti tadpti ti…Aane bhos ma spoon aakhi naakhi didhi ti…Paachi main kiss kri bhabhi ne…Aane lodo bhos ma ghaali didho…Bhabhi cooking krta krta ucha niche thava lagya…Bhabhi-ouch…. Uhmmm ahhh ….Jaldi…. Babu…. Ohh yaah…. HhhMe-ha baby-hhhaahhh….Bhabhi ni.