Tears stung her eyes and tiny rivulets slid down her cheeks. TWACK! “Eight” TWACK! “Nine” two final smacks of the paddle on her light cherry c...lored bottom. He would’ve continued, except for the small detail of a husband at home, and no logical explanation she could offer him as to why her ass is covered in welts. Putting the paddle down, he gently massaged her cheeks and thighs feeling the heat dancing on his palms. His soothing touch began to override the pain she felt and she quivered with. She was beyond fair, almost pale white in color, with brown eyes. She had a round face and a perfect figure with no excess fat anywhere.She spoke very formally with mom. There was someone with her, lingering far away in the background. It looked like a girl in a light-colored salwar suit, holding a plate of flowers and coconut. After praying, my mom asked me to speak with Aishwarya. So I went for a walk with her. We spoke about the stuff already written in our online profiles. I was 27 and 5. The wine and three glasses were put in the ice bucket, and on the way back, I grabbed the pitcher. When I returned, the girls had moved to the chaise lounges by the pool. I replenished their glasses with the Margarita, placed the ice bucket on the table and went to clear the table. The girls were about to get up, but I told them to sit and that I wouldn’t be long. Twenty minutes later, I had rejoined them and poured myself a glass of wine as they continued talking. I mostly listened and before. He had broken my cameltoe, so to speak.I turned and walked away, hearing him calling to me, "Honey, I thought you would want to do this."Tears streamed down my face as the last six months of my life crashed and burned. This had been the longest relationship in my life, we had even dated back in high school, and any fond memories I had retained were in ashes.He didn't love me. Never had.He had only used me.And I had allowed it to happen.Fuck, fuck, fuck!That night ended with ice cream, vodka and.