.it’s going to help your hobby” (which was photography)..Alright I agreed to join them thinking that Simla is a great place for taking snaps..They...gifted me a Canon DSLR camera too..While we were on flight, Sahana revealed that I have to shoot them while they’re having sex in Simla..I panicked and rejected at once..Sahana kissed my cheek and pleaded..Prakash never got offended by the kiss, he was quite ok with his wife having fun with me..I was stunned and couldn’t reply anything..All through. I need to change the subject, to keep John on the line. “The Marigolds have put their house up for sale,” I say, reaching back with my free hand to open up for Mark, to indicate what I want.“It was expected,” John says.Behind me Mark has understood what I want, which is one of the amazing things about our affair, the almost telepathic chemistry. “I don’t think Monica’s too happy about it,” I continue, as Mark’s thick cock pushes up against me and in. I stifle a gasp as he stretches and fills me. For example, whether you are given enough food." Oh, i see. Why, it is simple. Of course i am. My nutrition is ample." (Two or three handful of kitchen waste on the days, when i am not punished with starving.)"Good girl. Or they want to know,whether you are punished corporally." Very rarely, and only with two or three strokes on my palms of hands, as in the school. Using, of course, a thin switch." Excellent." He twists my breasts. "You are an obedient girl, she-monkey. Now you keep kneeling. I stripped the cover from her bed and piled it on the floor, blushing hard at the painfully obvious wet spot centered on the blue material. It would have been embarrassing, if there’d been anyone else to see it. I paused a moment and took a deep breath. No more straying. From now on I wouldn’t deviate from the agenda regardless of whatever temptation was placed before me. Follow the schedule. To the letter. Over the course of the next hour, that became my manta. No deviations. I repeated.