It was late afternoonand was getting dark in the hut. The African guys had taken all ourclothes, so all we could do was sit together on the old mattr...ss, hopingthings would not get any worse. The sex may have been nice, but in theback of our minds was the worry of what was to become of us.Food was brought to us at sun set. It was basic but quite edible. Thenight seemed to be getting hotter as a thunder storm moved in from thewest. When the rain hit, it hit hard. Cooling the air and. ? He spoke in Arabic to the Nubian. Then the whipping started. How can I describe it? If you?ve never been whipped you probably can?t begin to imagine the degree of pain and humiliation involved. The first stroke is like fire across your body. The pain takes a few seconds to build and then, just as it peaks, the next stroke lands and this is much worse. You seem to hear someone screaming, in the distance, then you realise that it?s you! The pain builds and builds as the whip welts your flesh. She has nothing except her mangalsutra on her.It’s designer style and looked super hot on her. I asked her has she ever fucked on the carpet. She said no and that Mayank and her always fucked in the bedroom. I asked her to go and get a blanket to lay on the carpet. I got in between her legs and kissed her thighs as we lay down.She’s fair, and her thighs are fairer. I kept kissing and biting her thighs. Her thighs became red from my bites. And these I opened her pussy lips and slowly moved my. I’d surprise you with a kiss on your cheek and squeeze your hand as I walked slowly away, letting you day dream as you watch me leave. The note I left in your pocket is a pleasant surprise as well, with an email address and an invitation to meet for drinks after work. My heartbeat races a bit when I see your confirmation in the inbox just minutes after I get back to my office…The bar down the street has never looked better as I enter and see you at the bar with a pair of dirty martinis and a.