Anala explained what we were looking for and followed him around the store as he pointed out the various types of fabric for pillows, candle holders, ...nd artwork that he had available.“Anala, I’m not up on what’s appropriate or not appropriate for a traditional Indian household. I think I’m going to have to let you make the selections.”“How much budget do you have to work with?” she asked quietly.I considered what I could reasonably spend on decorating the room and what I absolutely needed to. She was a cute teenager whose personality won over everyone she came into contact with. In spite of the nature of our relationship and fifteen year age difference, her hot body had not escaped my notice.When she left for college we remained close, talking occasionally on the phone. She came over for dinner when she came home and we even became drinking buddies. Although my wife’s relationship with Jan was extremely close, Jan had not involved her in the details of her life.Just before Christmas. "Ok, now you know what kind of slut I am, do you want me to go?"Instead of replying, I rose and pulled her from her chair and guided her to the living room. I pulled her onto my lap while I sat on the sofa, and then I kissed her cheeks and forehead."First of all, you aren't a slut. During my times at college, I knew girls who'd had far more partners than you've had. I couldn't think badly about them then, so I see no reason for starting now. Secondly, can you cook? Because if you can't, I may. " you are not to play with yourself, and you are most certainly NOT allowed to cum" she said, " now get on with the painting", With that she left the room.I made a start, spreading plastic sheet on the floor to protect the carpet, down on my hands and knees, making sure it was tight to the skirting boards, I head her come into the room, but I had my back to her, i looked around to get a quite sharp "get on!" from her, she walked up beside me and slapped me quite hard on my bare arse, twice,.