Then in the afternoon, around 2 pm, she was lying on her bed. I went to her bedroom. I sat on the bed next to her. She was wearing a T-shirt and pants...at that time. She asked, “Do you need anything?” I replied, “No, I’m here to talk with you.”She asked, “What do you want to talk about?” I asked her, “Can we do it again? I want to do it again” She denied and said, “ I have agreed for once only, so not again.”Me, “What’s wrong with that? I love you so much, please let me do it again,” and made a. ‘Are we going to do this? Am I just mistaking? Oh no. What if I’m mistaking.’ The thoughts ran wild in my head.Cat retuned to the lounge and handed me my wine glass. I put it on the table next to me. Cat took a big swig of hers.‘So where were we?’ smiled Cat. ‘Ah yes. I was about to kiss you.’Again I froze in fright. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my cheek as we. He sat in the straight backed chair she had placed just before her. As he did, she glanced at the table where she had laid out the small paddle and hairbrush, anticipating their use."Say the words, my little slut." I need a spanking, Sir. Please, please spank my ass until you're satisfied with its color. Please, PLEASE spank me, Sir." And what is required of you, my little slut?"She repeated the rules of the ritual: counting the strokes, being thankful for them, not allowing herself to be. .After 2 days I again called Sumitra and told her that I would fuck her in my office today she came on due time wearing that same tight saree. I took her to my office where i put on the dimmed light. She came near to me and started kissing me as she was hungry for a man. I made her drink some whisky and they started taking off her saree and pooped out her sexy boobs from her blouse and started fondling her and started licking it. I then made her fully nude taking off her petticoat as she was.