“Yes, I’m fucking turned on,” she snaps in hushed exasperation. “Good. Are you wet?” Tug, release. Tug, release. Tug, hold pressure and mov... side to side, release. “Yes,” her body tenses and her grip tightens on the table edge when the word, ‘wet’ finds her ears. “Yes what?” My volume goes up and I pull hard on her panties, causing the fabric to bite soft, tender flesh and pinch her sensitive little clit. “Yes, I’m wet,” she gasps quietly while beginning to rock her hips forward and back. . ..." I stop and shakemy head, 'don't be an idiot, just take your lumps', I think to myself,so I continue "I have no excuse, mother. I was disobedient with yourwishes. I........ should be punished." Ahem. Nap time is nap time you little trollop. You will be suitablycorrected."Ismy face looks she just swallowed a roach. She starts to speak,probably something in my defense."A sexy punishment Ismeralda, a suitable sexy punishment. A rule wasbroken, but I shall figure out something,. " I have always fantasised about this room. Fucking on one of the benches." Jacob said.Chris loved the way he said fucking. " You know what? Me too." Chris said smiling.Jacob leaned in so he was close to Chris ear and his abs were pressed against Chris' stomach. " meet me back here at 4 pm, after all the cleaners have gone home and there are only a couple of teachers left." Jacob whispered.Chris shuddered and smiled, kissing Jacob again.Jacob smoked and grabbed Chris' hand." Come on let's go.". Moses N’Komo emergedfrom the bush as first President of an independentMalindi.The whites were given the choice of remaining Britishor taking up Malindian citizenship, they all decided tostay British. Some rightly had their resident’s visa’srevoked for racist behaviour, like calling Africans“Filthy Wogs”, but the other people were thrown out ofthe country for no good reason.My wife Sally and I had lived in Malindi since beforeits independence, and had always gotten.