I squeezed her ass ,played with her belly. She too got into act and started hugging me so tight. We didn’t let even air to pass through us. After br...aking the kiss ,I started kissing all over her face,neck , cleavage,navel over her clothes. She was jeans and shirt. I started unbuttoning her shirt and kissing her cleavage, licking the sweat between her boobs. Now she took my shirt off and started biting my nipples. Due to this act my chest got teeth marks and became red. I removed her jeans and. " Would you like to try it?" asked Maryam, quietly."Oh, I couldn't deprive the little Crown Prince to be," the Emir said gravely, "Anyway, have you decided on a name for him yet?"This threw Maryam completely; she had been waiting for the Emir to tell her what her son's name would be. It had never for one moment crossed her mind that she would have any say in the matter."What would my Master wish?" she asked carefully."Well, how would you like 'Mustapha'?" he asked."If my Master wishes," she. Robert should have been disgusted... but SHE wasn't, it felt natural forJenny Franklin to be kissed like that. She remembered being kissed like thaton her sixteenth birthday, wait that wasn't his memory... that was hers. Hewas confused for a moment. Then it dawned on him... even though it was hismind, it was her body and her brain!It was natural for some of her memories to be there... even these memories.The he realized he wasn't just remembering her memories he was starting toforget his old. But I could again feel my ass on fire. And again the familiar whoosh and crack as the cane again struck. It was painful but in a different way. It had to be a different cane. I was able to tolerate these strokes. They sort of stung less than the earlier ones. I quite liked the feel of these strokes. So much so I asked Mistress if she would cane me harder. I got called an unsavoury work and another 10 strokes. And then Mistress got to the last 10 strokes. Again she changed implement. This cane.