She known i am looking at her boobs. I felt ashamed and i told her let us finish tis now; I’m not in a mood to study. She had a small smile and me w...at happened to your mood? Ok let’s gossip for some time till your mood comes back…. I replied no lets sleep. She told no i won’t leave you to sleep because a lot more portions yet to be covered. I told i will take you to sleep. Let’s see ‘she replied with a small laugh. Taking this as a challenge i switched of our lamp. Still there was a zero bulb. “And you all sleep in the same room?”“The same bed,” Dan smiled.“My real husband is a self-centred skirt chaser who finds any reason to take work-related courses away from me. I’ve known Dan and his family for just over a year now and he treats me so good, it does feel like he’s my husband more than my real one.”“We’re sorry for misleading you but we felt that Susan deserved to be treated to a good time on her anniversary and pretending to be her husband, I made sure she forgot about him.”“Did. Spank! As soon as she could recover enough from the huge new burning in her bottom, she remembered to utter the word. “Two”The final swing of the paddle came with tremendous additional force. Marcia felt sweat drip down her back from her exertion and pain, as the third hardest swing yet hit. CRACK!“Th-three.” Marcia barely was able to maintain the count. She was sobbing and trying to resist the urge to yell and grab her behind. Her round, plump yet shapely bottom was a throbbing red with shades. Afterwards she paused for coffee. She was no good hand with a camera andanyway had no time during the day to travel the tourist routes ofLondon, so while window shopping she'd bought a handful of picturepostcards depicting the kind of places the people at home would expecther to visit during her time in the capital; The Tower, WestminsterBridge, Buckingham Palace, Parliament Square. Big Ben she discovered wasthe name of the bell in St Stephen's tower and not the clock toweritself. She realised.