He’d been last batsman; and so, the other side would soon come in to bat.Iris had left our table to join her son Ralph as he made his way to the pav...lion, to share the team’s general get-together, leaving me to take in the scenic setting of the club’s grounds.Within a while I was suddenly joined by an attractive female acquaintance of Iris, “Hello, you’re staying at the Carlton-Hawes manor aren’t you? I’m Caroline Spencer!” The slim, fair-haired, smartly dressed woman sat where Iris had. I pretended to give her suggestion some thought and then said that the only thing that she could do would for her to submit to a good spanking.The look of horror on her face was a picture, she knew that she had no option but to allow me to spank her, with tears running down her face she stuttered that she would take her spanking, but went on to beg me not to hurt her.I told her that it would not hurt a great deal, and went on to tell her to remove all of her cloths.The look she gave me was. I got aroused.. but to protect myself I took my dupatta and placed across my shoulder so that no one will have a clear idea about our act. He is crushing it.. pressing it like a sponge ball I was tempted to the core. he then inserted his hand inside my dress. Daaammnnnn it’s so chill.. he touched my erect nipple straight away. he turned towards me in surprised look. saying I never thought you’ll b prepared this much. Varun: hey resh.. where is your bra?Me: I removed it during interval. He felt almost like his son was in danger of ... of what? Himself? Still, he knew his son. And what his son was capable of. His ... abilities. Him worrying was probably unjustified. But fuck, ain’t that what a father is for, anyway?He raised the shade just enough to see that they were stopped in Cleveland at the ugly and characterless Cleveland Lakefront Station. Ugly, ugly building. Nothing like the beautiful building from back in the day that it had replaced. Turning around he noticed there.