More than just hand holding, more than kissing. I could tell we were falling in love. After so many months of trying to get Phyllis to go out on any k...nd of a date, I found myself falling in love with her. How did it turn out this way I was wondering. I wasn't looking for love, I just saw a good looking girl I wanted to get to know better. Now I'm thinking long term.But, I still have been forbidden to come to her house. I still can't shake the feeling Phyllis is hiding something from me. I knew. She also had a ringthrough the center of her lower lip and several visible tattoos.Sam led me to a chair in the back make-up area and started off applying afoundation base. While she worked on me she struck up a conversationbetween instructions of 'close your eyes, open them, look up and that way'etc. "Have you worn make-up before?" Well, maybe as a teenager my older sister might have done it on me a bitbut not really, my fianc? got the idea that I would make a pretty womanand so she wanted. "Tell me," he said."I've been a bad girl, Daddy," I said as his hand traveled down to cup my upper thigh."Then you should be punished," he growled before reining spanks over the backs of my thighs. Pressing my legs apart, he slapped the inside of my upper thighs. "You're Daddy's bad little girl, aren't you?" Yes, Daddy! I'm a bad, bad girl! Now, please stop!" Even though I cried for him to stop the spanking, my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I started wriggling under the sharp blows,. But luck was in my favour usne mana kar dia ladka dekhne se b bcoz use koi or pasand tha , kaafi bol chal hui mere fil love mariage ke bilkul khilaaf the , or meri sil zid pe thi ke usi se shadi karegi , dhire dhire me usse puchne laga or najdik aane laga usne kabhi kiss tak nai kia tha ek bar mene use milne to bulaya coffe shop me kaafi insist ke baad aai wo , blue top or blak denim me wahi pe ek theatre tha mene use cheer up karne ke bahane waha le gaya or mvie me corner seats le liye , isse.