Her womanly scent was intoxicating. I could smell her fragrant, womanly excitement. Again, I restrained myself.She was now on knees and elbows, her br...asts were hanging down. I leaned more forward to fondle them, in this position, my face now touching her sweet butt. I relented and ran my tongue along her butt crack as I massaged her breasts, her nipples welcoming my gentle pinch. Her obvious pleasure was transferred to my own loins.This massage was off to an exciting start. I reminded myself. )We reached their house around 6 in the evening. They had sent their little son to his uncle’s home for the night. The weekend was perfectly set up.Mr. Sharma was a jovial man. Both of them made me feel at home. I and Mr Sharma had few pegs of whiskey each while Mrs. Sharma opted for few beer.Once the alcohol started taking over each of us, Mrs. Sharma approached me. She sat beside me and kept her hands on my thighs. I took this as a green signal and put my hands around her shoulder and started. "Yes it was." She considered it a moment. "Yours wasn't a mistake though, was is it?" I shook my head slowly. "Naughty! I wish I wasn't such a dolt around the computer. How do you turn off the camera?" Different button. What a wonderful mistake, though."I showed her the correct way to turn off her camera. Then we said our goodbyes, which dragged on and on, neither of us wanting for this moment to end. Then she was gone. I sat alone at my desk for a long while, replaying every moment. My mobile. ’ ‘That was naughty. What should I do to punish you?’ ‘Punish me? Oh, don’t spank me. It hurts some when you spank me. Please don’t spank me.’ ‘Naughty girls must be punished. Get on your knees and lean over the back of the sofa.’ ‘Please don’t spank me. I promise I won’t do it again. Please, pretty please?’ ‘If you don’t obey me, it’ll just get worse.’ She reluctantly turned and bent over the back of the sofa. I pulled her dress up until it lay across her back. ‘Spread your legs and show me.