Plus, I decide to give him one strike for every year he has been married to sweet Carol. Quite clever, don't you think? And with each strike of my sti...ging crop, his cheeks grow redder and welts form.Snap!Snap!Snap!I love watching his face scrunch up with each strike. His ass flinches in fear. His hips try desperately to wriggle away from the crop. It is quite an enjoyable sight. When his whipping is over, I can't help but put the cherry on top by raking my long, red fingernails down his. She was a family friend and wife to my dad’s best friend Jai uncle.Arpita aunty was fair and tall almost 5.6”, which in our community is excellent height. Arpita aunty was not fat or lean; she was ok especially with 2 kids and age of 39 at that time. She had curly hair and looked updated but the moment she opened her mouth, the image of modern women fell apart. She was kind of women who never bothered about her dress exposure and specially when men around her. I guess she enjoyed men staring at. By the time I was sixteen, I had realised that boys’ bodies didn’t interest or excite me, but girls’ ones did. Whenever I was watching a TV drama or a movie, I would always be fantasising about the beautiful leading woman actress, and imagining myself in her arms for the embrace in the final scene. I made very careful and tentative overtures to a few of my friends, all on the supposed basis of curiosity (such as, ‘I wonder what it feels like from the boy’s point of view’), but only one girl. " Mr. Cirillo, that will be expensive. I'd be on the clock 24x7 for you,and I'd need some additional equipment. Are you sure that's what youwant?" You already know he's a player in these parts, so this won't be easy." Money is not the issue here, Mr. Porter," Connor retorted. "You aresupposedly the finest private eye in this part of Texas, and that's whatI want. You can start immediately."Every day Mr. Porter called and emailed Connor information about his ex-girlfriend and her new lover..