I could not predict which breast would be the target of the cruel rod, nor how long between strokes.That’s not entirely true; I could predict, to an...extent. When the pain began to ebb, when the reverberations of the last cut began to subside on my chest, that’s when the next one would fall. That’s when my muted screams would join my whimpers.Until it was over. I did not notice it had ended for a while. I just lay back there and cried, and moaned wordlessly; always expecting the next cut of the. Anyone can understand this situation as a improper, because certainly some man will be stare at girl, as in women shower nobody will stare boys, only they are afraid of about their own daughters.And now I wanted to tell about absolute exception of this rule, which happened in one small European country in one small town (only 8000 persons living there). I don't even know, is it possible for some other European, maybe more tolerate countries, to find 13-year old girl alone (!) in men’s locker. Namitha definitely was the hottest girl I had ever been with. She sure was a chick any man would want to spend a night with.I had seen her topless, multiple times, over the last few weeks. But this was the first time she pulled her pants down for me, and her shaved pussy was just too irresistible.“Aah, Vimal. This feels so good!” she groaned as I continued to eat her dripping pussy. I knew she had cum when a fresh stream of her hot juices came flowing down. I also knew she was fully aroused,. I hook my legs over her arms, reaching out one hand to retrieve the belt and coiling her plaits around the other as I push her open, panting mouth back into my soaking crotch.“Time for you to make me feel good, cutie pie” I murmur as I push her head down into my bush, thrusting my clit towards her mouth.“Lick me”, I say. A pause. I feel the tip of her smooth tongue dart out and touch my engorged little nub, sending a shiver through me like a static shock. At the same time I feel pressure on my.