Nichol showed no emotion, for or against. She was a teenager after all.It turned out that Nichol's aloof indifference was a well rehearsed act. My ear...ier suspicion about Nichol was confirmed after dinner when we went to a club for drinks and dancing. Katie's daughter knew how to party and have a good time. She soon separated herself from Katie and me and began to work the room. By that I mean she was the girl of interest among the male crowd, mostly older men. More often than not, she was with. A couple of hours later after they had finished a light tea, Hazel suggested they get dressed upstairs and taking his hand, led him into her bedroom. She could see that he was shy so encouraged him to show her his flimsies. By the time he was dressed in a garter belt, with sheer nylons and his thick cock crushed into see through knickers she was getting excited and encouraged him to wear one of her short skirts and blouses. Hazel slipped into a sheer see through shortish nightie proudly showing. He stood back and studied her closely, the bruises across her breasts still a brilliant violet colour, fresh from the leather belt that had kissed her skin two nights previously. He lifted one full breast in His hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. Fondling lovingly the nipple as He examined the cut beneath her rosy bud. Letting His thumb graze over the blemish in her skin. "still hurt little one" His voice surprisingly gentle. His mind casting back to the sharp knife that had held her breast. After about 2 months, it was Zeeshan’s birthday. We wanted to go clubbing with some other friends. But Zeeshan wanted to celebrate first with his parents. I brought the cake, and we celebrated with his parents before going clubbing.Zaira was dressed in a crop top that showed her navel, lower waist, and torn jeans below the knee. Zeeshan’s parents are modern, so they didn’t mind Zaira wearing things like this. The other guys were drooling on the floor seeing her.After that, we went clubbing..