Of course if he tries to go too far with you, you must resist and tellhim that you're not that kind of girl. You don't want him to find outyour little...secret, do you? Apart from that, you can talk with him aboutwhatever you two like to talk about. Politics, love talk, just chatting,nothing is off limits. Kissing and cuddling is fine too, just keep yourclothes on."My stomach was churning. I was happy to be able to go outside prisonwalls for the first time in over seven years, and part of me. . or an hour or more. It made no difference. She must not move until she received an order.Then there came the all-too-familiar sound of a rod whistling down. Belle flinched, feeling her nates contract involuntarily.But the rod did not fall across her...A breathless, whimpering gasp.Someone else was being punished.„Keep it up! I won’t tell you again!“The whistle of the rod again... the sound of it biting into soft flesh... the in-sucking ‘ooooouuuff’ of pain. Three more times the sounds. She brought the wet crotch to her nose. “Oh fuck Jamie, I love the smell of you.” Julie smiled and looked right at my wet, shaved cunt. She gave one small lick across the entire length of my pussy and giggled to see my reaction. My whole body doubled over at the quickness of her wet tongue on my engorged cunt. Julie leaned forward and let the tip of her tongue circle my clit. My back arched and the loudest moan of the day escaped my lips. She started tongue fucking, parting my slippery cunt. I was looking at Maaya’s home while opening the gate, thinking of getting a glance. But in vain. I wanted to talk with her, but how. I kept thinking and went inside.I was missing her. So I thought let me go on the terrace and just try to relive those evening moments. As I opened the door, I saw her taking strolls on the terrace.I was happy and also confused as I was there for quite a few days. But have not seen her on the terrace. I said to her.Me: Hey, guess it’s my lucky day.Maaya: How?Me: I.