It was a guesthouse behind a large home (estate) in a well-manicured part of the city. The place looked right out of Town and Country and was literall... larger then the house I grew up in. I was intrigued by her décor and possessions; where I grew up most people lived paycheck to paycheck. Their furnishings were cast-offs or if they were lucky: straight out of the Sears catalog. Old money is nice!Her unit had a little kitchen and she brought out some plates and a large bottle of cheap white wine. ”I waited about five seconds or so to let the burn from the first lash set in good. We both believe it is better to let a few seconds pass between the first few strokes so that the pain of each will have evolved into pleasure before the pain of the next one is inflicted.Maggie screamed again the second time I hit her, and I was glad that her trailer was at the end of the row and there was a vacant space between her and the nearest neighbor. Both helped to muffle the screams and the crack of my. My temple is his place of worship. I have prepared a challis from which he can drink the sweet nectar of the gods. Softly, he spreads my lips and he inhales the scent of my pussy. Content to just luxuriate in my special fragrance for a moment, he will take in all the details of my divine core: the soft lips, the folds of flesh that reveal my pink treasure, the hole that beacons him to come home. Tenderly, he will take his tongue and flick it against my clit, sending my body into immediate. Like that, I have started to notice that someone is watching me. It was non-other than that Muslim boy. His name is Shoab, his mom is a good woman, she talks everything with me about her family. Her husband is the auto driver, who is a drinker and beats her and then have sex with her. They had 5 children elder one is an electrician, 2nd one is a girl who is a sales girl in a clothes shop, then comes Shoab, then a girl again and the last one is a boy. Shoab is 20 years old. He is college going.