To describe her she was little bit on the darker side as compared to payal but had bigger boobs and butt. I was totally dumbstruck by the scene in fro...t of me. She was sleeping on her side facing me with half of her body covered under the blanket, her palm under her head and the other hand resting on the bed in front of her stomach. She was wearing a light blue deep neck loose shirt which almost came off from her shoulder. I could easily see her purple bra strap and top of her left breast. I know she wants to work something out with the General, but that’s going to be impossible. I should just enjoy her presence while I can, but everything seems to point to her leaving. What the hell is wrong with me? I used to have a beautiful woman whenever I managed to save up the money. Hell, I did without things so I could save faster. But ... it was just fun with them. I certainly never fell in love, even though they were good to me – not to mention some fantastic sex. But ... I would. It shared my ear with her tongue, and then with her voice. I had a hard time making out what she was saying, with that susurrus. ‘My Edward. Think of Saturday. We’ll have so much more time then.’ It was the most sensual rejection I’ve ever experienced. ***** I didn’t call her the rest of the week, to punish her a little for Tuesday. I had to maintain my advantage. Don’t let her get too confident. I began to think she was more experienced than she’d seemed. Almost everything made sense, except. The mere sight of the huge, old birch tree and shrubs of switches and wickers fills me with lust and anticipation and I am already wet. I have with me a pair of pruning shears and I collect switches and birch rods, from very slim ones to long and thick ones with sharp, elastic tips. My breathing becomes very heavy as I break one switch after another from the old weeping birch and in my mind I can visualize what is to come. My nipples are stiff and hard and protrudes through the fabric of my.