”“I don’t believe this.” Katrina was shaking her head. “I think I know why your wife left you.”“I didn’t cheat on her,” Marcus assur...d her.“No, but you raised your c******n to be immoral,” Katrina spat.“That’s not true,” Marcus scoffed. “Krissy, I was a great dad, wasn’t I?”“Hail satin.” Krissy pumped her fist once without looking up from her phone.Katrina tossed her hands and then stomped out of the kitchen. A moment later the front door slammed. “How is she going to get home?” Amanda. Jenny planned to stay there for two weeks while her husband was away on a business trip in Hong Kong. Carol had firmly warned her not to have anything to do with the locals. She said they were degenerates. Well, Jenny intended to spend the whole two weeks alone at the cottage; there was no reason to go into that little town anyway. By morning she was off to enjoy her two weeks of peace and quiet, away from the stress and tension of teaching.Jenny Li, age 36, second-generation Chinese-American. I whipped back her skirt and smoothed the back of the hairbrush over the seat of her white panties. “Aaaah! ... Yeeeooowwch!” she yelped at the first two spanks. The second two brought a similar response and her legs began to kick up. I gave her the final two and she scampered off my knee like a gazelle, both hands up the back of her skirt just as I had done. Her face was the colour of her red hair as she began to pant breathlessly in time with her hands rubbing over her bottom. “Wow. It was mostly a ladies affair, and I was secluded to my room or to the terrace.I was heading for a drink with the boys upstairs when my wife called me, “Shona, can you help with my saree.” I turned back. Coming from a traditional Bengali family, I tied my own dhoti and knew exactly how to drape a saree. So I helped my wife to tuck her saree from behind and did her pleats.Just then, I noticed my wife’s younger sister at the dressing table. Piya is 20 years old and unmarried. The sly girl was.