So, after checking, I and my friend changed our room,we agreed on using protection while having sex.I moved to Ananya’s room, she was sleeping facin... the ceiling. She was under the blanket. I slowly moved inside the blanket to sleep beside her.There was no response when I touched her lips.then, I put a towel on her eyes so that she can’t see me if she woke up accidentally.There was a little light in the room, so I can see her clearly. I removed her blanket a little to take a peek at her breast,. " He looked up at that, sudden eagerness flickering across his features. "Don't look so damn excited until you've heard the alternative. Suppose instead, I - " Would he swallow it? I felt almost as agitated as he looked, at the prospect? "Suppose instead I provide you with a little of the proper physical chastisement of which you're so obviously in need?" He flinched, the realization of exactly what I was suggesting slowly dawning. "You mean...?" "Yes, Martin. A spanking." I gave a chilly. His breathing heavier now with lust as now I saw his huge black cock begin to jerk and stir with desire and it began to thicken and harden and began to come up into the air from between his huge monsterous black legs and was at a mere partial attention now. While my beautiful young spanish wife lay before him and her own half out of mind lust began to show as she looked at the huge black man before her now about to breed her and tear her apart but somehow her body was betraying her own mind as. It’s my father who chose my career path, he is a heart surgeon and wanted his little daughter to follow him into cardiology. Don’t for one minute think I’m a pushover, but I can’t exactly say, hey dad, I would rather be dancing poles and getting my arse felt by random men... could I?It’s not that I didn’t try and get a normal job to get me through uni. When I first arrived in London I got a job at as a waitress in a high-end Indian restaurant, where I worked for a month. But I spent more time.