Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet and went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She used it sometimes, to ge... patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she saw amazed her.The woman in the mirror was her, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her hair was long, thick and wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smoldered back at. It was 4 in the evening and i picked her from her office on my bike. She was not very tall say 5’5, black short hair and dusky color. I will not say that she was very bombshell but dusky color really suits her…. But we still don’t have any safe place. She told me that her husband went to Bangalore and i was like then why we need to worry but she refused and said that they have some function at the neighbor’s place so there will be many people (pissed off). Then i said that ok let’s try. She pushedMary down by the ear and started slapping her ass hardin back.Ow! Ow!Mary started licking the side of the dining room tableas Sharon kept swatting her ass in back.“Next time I tell you to do something, it better bedone right. Swat. Understand bitch.” Sharon yelled down. Swat.“Yes mistress. Ow!” Mary yelped in pain continuing herhumiliating tonguing of the table legs. “Yes mistress.OW!”Sharon had gotten her ass a nice shade of pink againbefore. "My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in shock and outrage. Of course, the outrage might have been tempered a little by the fact that my nipples hardened to tight little points at the same time.Still holding my hands behind my back, he nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear, "I'll tell you what. If you are not wet, I'll drop the subject. But if you are wet, you belong to me tonight." He started moving his hand down my side, then over towards my middle. I shivered and moaned. I knew what he.