As I toweled off and I got ready for dinner, I felt like I had this dumb look on my face. How would I respond at dinner tonight without completely gi...ing away how much I had dreamed of a moment like this in my masturbatory fantasies. “Keep it together,” I said to myself as I smoothed my hair and headed downstairs for the big announcement.As I approached the kitchen Sara and Darcy had been busy getting things together for dinner. They had cooked one of our favorite meals country-style steak,. As ever thing was going great. Suddenly my dad got a call that someone in our relatives passed away and we have to go there tomorrow.I and my dad went for the railway station to book tickets but to our bad luck, there were only e-tickets available.My dad mom,me and decided to go.But after few minutes I volunteered to stay at a home.At first, they were okay with it.Then after some time my mom also said she will stay here as there is no one to look after me.But my bhabhi insisted that she will. . , she shook her head to clear that thought. Now what were we talking about?Aren was looking at Brianna and trying to carry on a conversation but his thoughts kept wandering. Damn, she's good looking; I can see why Vicki doesn't have her hanging around, too much temptation, but what am I thinking? I love Vicki, she's going to have my child.The affects of the pills got stronger.I wonder what he looks like naked. I wonder what it's like to have those arms wrapped around you. Brianna's. .I couldn’t. So I asked Mistress for leniency, she told me to zip it or there will be a doubling of my now 160 strokes meaning 320 strokes. It was good advice to button it. Stroke after stroke landed with pinpoint accuracy. Mistress knew where to lay one stroke on top of the other for maximum pain. The pain was immense, I never thought for one minute it would be as painful as this. I was struggling and had no idea how I would get through so many strokes. Surely she has to be joking, but then it.