I picked up the strap and thwack, flicked it across the swollen lips, thwack, and she actually raised her hips towards me, thwack, thwack. She lay bac... down almost panting. “Sally, I hope this will teach you never to be so wasteful again.” I stroked her breasts then slid down towards her slit, easing her knees apart as I pushed my fingers in and along her throbbing clit. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. I could see from her face that she would ask me to do this again later, when we were alone. . There was somebody other than Delphineinside this woman.Much later I learned that Delphine was not her real name and she wasnot even from France. She was born Dorothy Hatch in Grafton, NorthDakota, but she loved all things French. She had studied it atschool and with a family in Winnipeg across the border. Then whenshe was old enough she went to France and reinvented herself as aFrench fashion model.But it was not Dorothy either, who broke forth the evening of theKimbolton's party. Whoever. His sizewas perfect for her. His small erection filled her mouth perfectly. Shecould fit both his erect penis and his balls in her mouth at the sametime, and oh, he loved that! Stephen's lips, teeth and tongue wereextremely talented. When he would go down on her, eat her pussy, shewould have the most Earth-Shattering orgasms! Sometimes just thinkingabout him eating her would make her cum. Yes, he's that good! Stephenwould cum explosively with Monica's fingers as deep into his tiny rosebudas. One day she asked me to come to her place.And I readily agreed to that.As of plan Saturday morning I booked ticket to Palakkad from Chennai.Saturday evening I reached Palakkad and I took a taxi and went to the given address.It was a large apartment she was staying in 4th floor. I went to her flat and rang the bell.after 2 calling bells she opened the door and there my angel was standing in white kerala sarre,with yellow golden blouse, her eyes are circled with dark kajals,she head was covered.