.. No, that's not possible I'm afraid. Oh, it did cross my mind, as an alternative to losing you completely. You know, like plea bargaining for a life...sentence to escape the death penalty. You don't like what you're accepting, but you're avoiding something far worse. But I realized it wouldn't work for me, even if Azalea were willing, which I doubt." Why wouldn't it work for you? Just out of curiosity; I never really thought you would go for sharing." It's me. I'm just too jealous and insecure.. I am 5’8″ with fair complexion and elbow length hair for which my tutor always complimented me. This sex story is about my real life experience.So talking about my tutor, he was 25 years old and the son of my mom’s friend. He was a really good-looking guy, tall and dusky with a chiseled physique, all bearded and doing his MBA. My mom is working and my dad stays out of Delhi so it often happened that whenever Aman, my teacher, came to teach me accounts, I was alone at home. He was pretty decent. My turn to groan through a mouthful of nipple.I slid my hand down her tummy, snapping open the top of her denims, fingertips now brushing the light fuzz of her bush. As I slid my hand round to cup the curve of her beautiful rear she let me go and before I got there had used both her hands to slide her jeans and panties off.She opened herself wide to my gazze and I kissed my way down t that delectable centre - already wet, open, inviting. That heady, musky aroma working its magic, my cock, now. Jeanette steps over to her dresser, bends over and opens the bottom drawer. "Come here, I want to show you something" she says. He goes over to Jeanette, kisses her neck and glances into the drawer. It is filled with leather straps, wristbands, paddles, several leather whips and riding crops."Did you think you can tame me with a little spanking?" she asks with a provocative voice and slaps Mark with her flat hand in his face."You shall get what you deserve" Mark says angrily.He grabs her by her.