”“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Is there anything else that you want from tonight?”“I want to cum,” she told the camera. “I want get ...ucked so hard I’m still cumming tomorrow on the drive home. I want the beating of my life. I want to be covered in bruises and bite marks and welts and scrapes for days. I want Ma’am to look at me and cum just from seeing the proof of what we did here tonight.”“I think we can guarantee that you’ll go home feeling well-used and completely fucked,” I confirmed. “Are. He was an orthodox Brahmin. He used the top floor of his building for running the institute and the ground floor was his residence. There were different teachers for different subjects. The owner’s wife Sridevi was also a teacher. She was an expert in chemistry. I was a very smart kid in the class. As a result, most teachers at my school and the institute knew me very well.I was very close with all the teachers because I genuinely loved learning. I was always a curious one. The owner. They’d be like one of those old Westerns when everything stops as some gunslinger strides into the saloon looking for trouble. Except Simmone was for real. She was all woman. And she had no need of a six-shooter to get everyone’s stunned attention. She never dressed provocatively neither because she didn’t need to. She could’ve been shrouded head to toe in an old tarp’ and she’d still have you drooling. It was her aura; the atmosphere she brought with her, and there was simply no way of. She delivered 10hard smacks to his bottom with a wooden paddle, leavinghim blubbering in humiliation.“That’s what you get if you throw a tantrum and runaway from home”, she told him. “Why do you behave likea child just because I have casual sex with other men?As if it means anything!” And so the pattern was set for their life together. Toher credit, Sharon never rubbed Tom’s nose in it bybringing her lovers home. Her flings occurred in hotelrooms, bar and.