I am left to comtemplate my punishment, and after what seems like an eternity, I hear her voice, and Master brings her into our room. She has already...changed into her skirt, so I know she's not wearing panties. Master briefly explains my latest transgression, and tells her to get comfortable in the recliner. He retrieves the long handled riding crop that is kept hanging beside the bed, and he orders me to spread my legs even further. Sometimes he beats me with his belt, but the crop has a. I got dressed for work, butfirst went down to the nearest branch of my bank to deposit what I'dmade over the week, except the money I needed to pay Dan, get somepictures taken, and eat. I asked the bank teller where I could get thepictures, and she directed me to a photography shop downtown that tookpassport photos. I hopped a bus there and got the pictures. The guythat took them looked disapprovingly at me, no doubt because of the wayI was dressed, but he could go fuck himself as far as I. . This is when the true story starts.Me :- time iruku movie polama (time is there shall we go for movie)Jeni :- polam da. Kootam illatha theatre ku polam ( we’ll go to a theatre with no rush)Then v both went since afternoon time no rush we took balcony seats.. Luck favoured us. It was couple seats. And just 2-3 lovers in the balcony area. I kissed her on the cheeks.She told wait let the lights go off. By the time lights were off i pulled her near to me and put my left hand around her shoulder. His mouth opened in protest and was swiftly filled by a pair of very damp panties, their warm, musky smell telling him that they had only just been removed, and by a highly aroused woman.“That should keep you quiet!” she giggled and then he felt her hands at his belt. Quickly and neatly she removed his trousers and socks and then with a firm hand she ran her fingers over the pulsing front of his pants. “What have we here?” she mused, “Has the naughty boy got a hard on? We’ll have to do.