"I'm sure that was just entering into her thoughts, as the first flat hand hit her ass."I said count, bitch!" One Sir!" Two Sir!" Three Sir"I took it ...ll the way to ten, she counted all of them, and never cried out once, though I could hear her grunt with each one.I don't even want to imagine what kind of shit she had gone through to learn not to cry out in pain.There was a few "firsts" for all of us here, the first time I had seen anything under her dress.The first time she REALLY met her. ‘Mary, Janet, this is Lucy,’ she introduced usgraciously, her pussy still tingling with orgasm after thelicking that I had given her. ‘Say hello, girls.’‘Hello Mary. Hello Janet.’ I waved, beamingmoronically like a character off Playschool.‘Hello Lucy.’ They waved just as ridiculously in reply.A tall stunning blonde and a brunette, dressed in thesame skimpy pink French maid uniform that I’d seenbefore, the women were both incredibly beautiful andsexy. And thanks to Mrs Simmons’s control over. I think that kept the date on levelterms. I knew I was there to impress and entertain, and I did that, butit was a paid function, and I considered myself more of a consultantthan an escort. Perhaps Tariq was trying to break that shell. I likedthat, it said that he was interested in me.Margaret, Mrs. Milner, didn't mind my attitude to the role. Sheconcentrated on the details. She trained the discomfort out of my walkwith classic finishing school techniques like balancing a book on myhead, and. By the time he reached, Vasanti was already sitting at a bench. The cool breeze blowing from the sea making everyone clothes flicker swept the sweat on the bodies. He approached her and they greeted each other. Without any delay they started their conversation.“Thanks for coming anna”“What is it Vasu?”She stayed silent for a while as if in deep thought. He ordered two ice creams for them. Out of all the cool breeze, she started to sweat. When he asked her the same question, she came back to.