Chris told them he would go to the bank to get a mortgage on the house as soon as he knew the extent of the work that needed to be done. They chatted ...ith each other until 1 o'clock that morning. "Okay, I am off to bed.", said Frieda. Chris excused himself for intruding so late. "Not a problem... son... Ha, still getting used to that one.", laughed Ben as he gave him a set of house keys. "Don't be shy. You live here now. Let yourself in whenever you need.", Chris hugged Ben and went back to his. Me- Aunty aap to abhi pehle se kafi behtar dikh rahi ho, achhi recovery ki hai aapne.Sarla- Ha beta, par abhi bhi thoda weakness hai aur aaj woh pathology lab me hi jana tha mujhe so isliye tumhe call liya. Kya tum mujhe pathology lab le chaloge ?Me- Ha kyo nahi, isme bhi kya puchhne jaisi baat hai. Aapne appointment liya hai kya ?Sarla- Ha liya hai.Me- Thik hai chalo fir.Main bike leke gaya tha, fir aunty ko bike pe baithaya aur hum jane lage. Apko to pata hai Mumbai ke roads are full of. I pick up the riding crop and flick it in the air, testing the flexibility. You can’t hear the swish, which I regret, but you’ll soon know what it is. I walk back to the bed.The leather tip of the crop gently slaps the back of your thigh; each stroke quick, light and persistent. Slap, slap, slap, slap, six or seven strokes in quick succession. That has got your attention. I stop for what must seem to you like an age and then we I think you are least expecting it I bring the crop down hard. My increased breathing, my taut nipples, my pumping ass, the low moans issuing from deep in my gut. “You love this, don’t you, Maria?” Giovanni asked.“Yes, damn you! I love it, you bastard son of a whore.”Giovanni smacked my ass, making me flinch. “Be polite, Maria. It’s not my fault you love fucking strange men so much, while you have a plug in your ass.”I whimpered. I did love his fucking. I loved all their fucking. “I need to cum, sir. Please fuck me harder,” I said.“Louder. I don’t think.