All the guys around me started laughing and high fiving.As the guys continued to celebrate, I found a clerk off to the side. "What's going on?" I aske...."The slut met meat," he responded."What now?" I asked, even more confused.He beckoned and led me toward the back of the store where a bulletin board was hanging. It had a bunch of handwritten notes for escorts and other quasi-legal services. He lifted a flier and I choked on the air I was breathing."No one knows his real name. We call him meat.. I decided today is the day that i am going to fuck her. I further went close to her and my face touched her boobs which were covered in the saree. I removed the saree from boobs and put my mouth on her nipple. She started moaning in low voice and caught my head and pressed on her boobs.Now with out any fear i started sucking her nipple and with one hand i squeezed her other boob. She said vegama sappuda (suck it faster), then lifted my head and saw her face, she was looking at my eyes with sexy. All too soon my wife’s sister is wailing over her exploding orgasm. Her pussy is clenching my dick like a strong hand shake! My balls and ready. “Where do you want me to….” Since giving her permission my wife hasn’t said a word throughout the r4ape fantasy. Now at the moment of explosion she commands, “In her un-protected pussy of course.” Hearing this is simply too much and with a hard stabbing action I jab seven or eight squirts of man-juice deep into her womb. Still holding her ass cheeks. . How times have changed. We're much more civilised now."Within the Safe, Sane and Consensual' Lifestyle' if you will, spankings are only supposed to hurt if they are meant to hurt. The point being, it is agreed to, then administered with control, and within reason the two protagonists simply move on."It's normal."Besides being a normal way of dealing with a problem, a punishment cleans a slate. Guilt is purged. Not unlike confession in the Catholic Church. Confess the sin. Receive the.