. . the atmosphere in the office was crackling with Shubhi’s vivacious laughter and wisecracks. The days passed by quickly and we were coming to an ...nd of another financial year. I was practically living out of office spending almost 16 hours at times out of which 10 were on field. We doubled our turnover and profits. The team got a good raise and incentive cheques were distributed. That Saturday evening we planned for a night at a disco and since I had earned the maximum incentive the party. Spock. Very nice, sis. When the next - considerably more forceful - slap does not elicit a reaction either, I hit her with a resounding smack that is not only very loud but also drives her a full step forward. She quickly returns to her spot and... "One." Aha! Now we're talking.The next slap is just as hard as the last one, but she is prepared now and manages to hold her position. She does not count it, though. So for my next move, I hit her left tit with just as much strength as I just. "Hmm," he said, "Well I couldn't expect a war captive to be a virgin, but these are really rather slack for one of this age. She must have been well used on the journey back."Pulling her casually upright by her hair, he pushed a thumb into her cheek to open her mouth, and inspected her teeth."All right," he concluded, "Mark her and dress her. I'll sample her when she's ready."As her Master strode out of the harem Hala wondered what, exactly, was involved in marking and dressing her. She soon. ’ ‘Did they always?’ Chanta countered. ‘Weren’t you embarrassed for at least a few months as they initially developed? Weren’t you afraid that all the guys were staring at you for all the wrong reasons?’ Only then was Syva aware that her arms were resting on the balcony’s railing, her breasts were resting upon her arms. She stood and stepped away from the railing, ostensibly to set her now-empty glass on a small table near the door. Chanta had always had a way with words, and her last use of.