Mai ne ek din meri pati ko bola “mere badan bahut dukh raha hai…. Pls thoda massage karo”.. To wo bole “mere pass time nahi hai… ek kam karo...��. Kisi msg parlour jao… ya phir kisiko yahi pe bulao…”mai ne bola thik hai… mai bahut khush thi….. Phir maine use call kiya… maine puchi aditya…. Usne kaha “ hanji aditya bol raha hu” … maine use bola “massga karvana tha..” Us ne bola “thik hai medam ap hamare jagh pe ayengi ya hame hi waha pe ana hoga” mai thodi der soch phir boli app ke jagh pe… phir. Philip and Theresa Compton were transfixed by what they were witnessing.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Beryl's arse cheeks were burning.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The fifty-nine-year-old woman was howling like a baby but at last, the spanking stopped and John pushed her to the floor."Now she has been punished," he announced to his stunned guests.With Beryl crying on the floor the Compton's shuffled out of the house still in somewhat of a daze.Neither Theresa nor Philip spoke in the first part of their car journey. “Ugh. I prefer not to think of my daughter in the middle of a day-long sexual escapade. But being a man you are riddled with filthy desires, and I doubt you could understand-”“Courtney wants Becky,” I gasped, my chest full of broken ribs. “She lusts for your daughter.”Rachel frowned. “I imagine that she does.” And then Dr. Rachel Finklestein laid down beside me, her achingly beautiful face inches away from my own. She played with her nipples casually as she spoke. “I knew that my daughter would. Please join me in celebrating the first birthday of Miss Lisa Carlton!’ And while Lisa Carlton blew out her birthday candle and accepted her One Year Chip, the last trace of Isabella De Carlo vanished with the smoke. * * * * * Donald Lynch, as he did seven nights a week, scanned the floor of the casino for fallen chips until he was thrown out on his ear one more time. If he was lucky, he just might find a lost poker chip or two. He is avoided by everyone now. Even the homeless people who hide.