“I get it.” She said, “The only question is, what are you doing here?” Cupid shrugged uneasily. “I kinda saw you with my binoculars and then...I just… wanted to see you in real life.” “Is that so?” Florence stepped closer towards him. “And now you’ve seen me.” Sparks of desire flew through Cupid’s body, his heart beating faster. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, trying to work up the courage to touch her. Florence beat him to it. Her hands slipped around his neck as she pushed her body closer. Okiwe now made her bend over a low table, and they tied her wrists to the far edge. Ms. Okiwe then raised a long, rather nasty looking stick. She proceeded to give Mum a precisely applied, cold and judicial caning on her bare bottom. Six vicious strokes were cruelly given to Mum. God, you could hear the swooshing of the long rod as it cut through the air and sliced in to her bum. I was shuddering at Mum's cries of pain and protest! Between strokes, Kabul and Okiwe were talking about the taste. He seemed wont to prolong her pleasure as long as possible - his fingers were still lazy stroking her soaking core, and his hand was still rubbing her taut nipple, his calloused hands rasping over her soft skin. “Y- you are a wicked man,” Amariel breathed, her voice breaking as her breath still danced elusively out of her reach. Embarrassing whimpers were still trying to break free from her chest, and she kept them at bay with only the greatest possible self-control. How could he make her feel. Main apne achhe achhe dealing ke bare men nam badal kar jaroor likhta rahoonga. Aap log mail se bhi manga sakte hain. Main apko apni pahli play-boy kaise bana ki kahani likha tha, aap logon ko bahut hi pasand aaya, a lot of thanks, mujhe kafi mail bhi mila, isliye aap sabhi ko dhanyabad. Main subah subah 5 baje ke lagbagh sair par nikalta hoon. Main sair kar raha tha. Tabhi dekha ki ek jagah acchi colony men ek jawan kuttiya ke pakaure jaise phoole hue chut ko ek tagra land wala kutta jiv se.