I held out my hand. “What’s your name?”“Marco”“Marco, it’s nice to meet you. Come with me” I picked out one of the egg style masturbat...rs and led him to the register. “Marco, I am a lot older than you, and you probably never thought of a woman my age as being sexy, but I have a lot to offer. Willing you trust me?” His mouth was dry, but he managed to get out one word.“Yes”“Good. First, you need to get a haircut, and not an eight dollar one, OK? I know someone that will do a good job, can I call. I looked so adorable. We started flirting and he gently pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. I was teasing the hell out of him by running away. I finally went into the bedroom and laid on the bed. He followed and we really started kissing. It was so sexy when we put our mouths together and took each other`s breath. Our clothes eventually came off and he went to get the mirror and put it at the foot of the bed. It was perfect. The way our bodies looked in that mirror are what. A sense of responsibility hits you too. Feeling obligated to give me what I need, you carefully play out the spanking in your head.Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! A dozen strikes hit my ass now and I try to shift my position. My bottom really stings and fear creeps in about how much pain I will endure. You are physically stronger and I can't make you stop now, even if I wanted the spanking to stop. I have to trust you to push me and give me what I need, but not damage me. This trust. My mom sometimes used to drink wine alongwith Khetawat uncle who used to frequent our home very often. Khetawat uncle is the only son of his father and he is married and leaves with his wife and father in a bunglow in Andheri, I visited his house when I was a teenager and his wife is plump and a typical Rajastani, has retired from business. One day this june 17 2008 I was posted in the night duty and I left home and reached the station to take a train to Churchgate but most of the trains were.