I shook my head, climbed out of bed, and paced the room. I had arrived late, which meant I could have woken up to having a roommate this morning, but ...he other bed was still only a mattress with nothing on it but the plastic casing. It was still a good thing. I’d hate to have to explain the obscene tent I was pitching. Knowing what caused the tent, I remembered Francine’s hand and the feel of her strokes. A low moan escaped me and I stumbled.I stopped pacing. Francine didn’t stumble because she. ' But given the effectivenessof his spanking, I was afraid to imagine what else he might dish out. Istarted having visions of dungeons and chains. So I wiped my face, got upon my knees and reached for the tie on his pajama pants.He put his hands on mine, and said, "Let me help, cara mia." And he undidthe knot and raised his ass so I could pull his pants all the way down."Take them off, please. And then sit next to me."So there I was, on my knees, pulling a man's pants off. I may not. Sasural, ya kahe ki jannat mein pahunch gaya.Fir jaise hi hum sasural pahunche, to hamara garam-joshi ke sath swagat kiya gaya. Maine apne in-laws ke pair chhue aur unhone mujhe gale laga liya. Us time mujhe kuch feel nahi hua. Lekin jab meri saaliyon ne bhi mujhe gale laga liya, aur mere gaalo par kiss di, to mera to lund jaag gaya.Fir hum fresh hue, aur lunch ke liye baithe. Sab log bahut khush the. Meri dono saaliyan aur saas muskura kar baate kar rahi thi. Raat mein jab sone ka time aaya,. ’ I said, taking in Swati’s visage. She was dressed in an informal, workaday cotton sari. She also wore a cotton apron that covered her front. She didn’t betray any awkwardness about our meeting at my farm a few days back. I did feel a bit shy, though. I also felt nervous & excited, just to hear her voice and be near her again. I tried to distract myself by reading a magazine lying on the center table in the living room. ‘Sameer, will you please tie this apron again?’ Swati called out. She.