By 7:00 Bablu and his girl were already here and I saw Rahul and his girl friend getting out of a car in the street as I opened the door for Bill and ...andy. Smitha had not gotten here yet but she always was late. I had everyone go on downstairs and told them to help themselves to the soda and snacks while I waited for Smitha up here. Bablu pulled me to the side and said that he had a big surprise for me later tonight, something that he had got from his old man and it was dynamite. I grinned and. He pulled me back in the middle of them, with my back against him. He slid his hand down my side , put his fingers in the waistline of my panties and slowly pulled them down and began rubbing my pussy. He whispered in my ear a promise that he’ll make me feel good too. He then spread my legs apart and kept rubbing, focusing on my clit. He kept circling my very wet pussy over and over. He worked his hand/fingers harder and quicker. In the meantime, Shelly had her head on my neck quietly saying. I have no doubt that your father could rip my soul out of me. Maybe you can as well."Anya sat up and crossed her legs. Her skin glowed with vibrant health in the rays of early morning sun. The cool air had her nipples standing out firm and hard, but Travis remained decidedly limp before the entrancing sight.She tapped her right knee with her index finger."I owe you an apology, Travis. You told me last night that you feared death but I wasn't really listening to you. You showed me compassion and. “Alright, Christine, are you ready for a full punishment?” She looked up into his eyes and nodded. “Remember, you can stop any time you wish. You understand that, right?” She nodded again. “What implement would you like for your punishment? Keep in mind that the implement you choose will determine how many strokes you get. It’s difficult to explain, but the punishment will end when it needs to end. It’s about where your mind is taken as a result of it, not about how many strokes have been.