She reached back and undid her bra, slipping it off. As soon as her breasts were revealed to him he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hung...ily. As he sucked on her nipples he fumbled with her pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them off along with her panties. “Oh god,” he moaned as he brushed his fingers against her smooth, soft pussy. She giggled in response and spread her legs a little, letting his fingers touch her moist outer pussy lips. “Feels good?” she asked him teasingly. But open to other possibilities.Me: Hmm. So where do you live? ‘Happn’ shows you are just 500 m away.P: Really?? I stay near XYZ restaurant.Me: Hmmm, I know that restaurant. They make yummy mutton rogan josh.P: Ok. Should I take this as a dinner invitation? :DMe: Haha. It’s up to you.P: Yeah. You don’t look like a serial killer vaise bhi.Me: Even if I were, I would not kill and waste such a beauty. :PP: (blush smiley).Me: So mutton rogan josh then?P: Ammm.. Ok, but l have to be back before 10. WHAP!...WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... Dad didn’t spare her and I knew for sure that I wouldn’t be spared either especially as he seemed to favour Sarah more than me. Like mother she screamed and yelled but it made no difference. I wept bitterly, knowing my arse would receive similar treatment and fleetingly considered running from the room, but I knew that would only result in a visit to the whipping hall. To my surprise at the end of the 25 strokes, he handed. He was a skinny, elderly man who always reminded Clara of a sea captain, with his thick white beard and crinkled eyes, his serious but not unfriendly visage topping a stout, muscular body. He only had a few inches on her own sprightly height, but he was thicker and more robust, a bit of a fireplug."Miss Oswald!" Simon said with surprise, once he'd rolled down the window on his truck. "What are you doing out here in the rain?" I locked myself out," Clara told him. Then, for no reason she could.