I hope it doesn't wear off." It better bloody hadn't. I don't say things I don't mean." I'm glad I haven't got on the wrong side of you, Sharon." Dead...right... Sir," she grinned.Then, later that morning when she had led him upstairs, she in turn jarred his complacency."I want you to fuck my bum, " she announced."Oh dear!" he said. "I hoped you never ask that." Why not? Lots of people do it." You've been on the internet again, haven't you?" So?" Lots of people don't as well." So what's wrong?". She loved this part as well particularly as she could run her hand across the raised welts. There were only six, it was far more pleasurable when there were twenty-four as the woman was usually still crying as she rubbed her bottom.However, she felt that Emma was different to most of the women she dealt with as she wondered even whether she was coming here because she wanted to rather than because she was forced to. She decided to test her theory as she rubbed Emma’s bottom allowing her hand to. She said yes and I started to arrange the cups. In the meantime, I asked, “Why bhabhi, I don’t see any difference before and after the parlour visit”. To this, bhabhi said, “But I can, you know.”I was surprised and asked, “What do you mean, bhabhi? There is no mirror here”. Immediately bhabhi touched my cock and said, “I don’t need the mirror, I can judge by the degree of your excitement”, and winked! “In the car, it was not as hard as it is now. So surely, the beauty parlour visit paid off,. Only her teacher knew that but she was just sitting patiently at her desk waiting for the young girl to come forward to Show and Tell the class herself.When the teacher realized more fully just how frightened this young female student had become she changed tact a little bit and said quietly, “It’s OK, Janine. We can wait for another time. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I understand completely. Talk to you mom again tonight and we can organize another morning for you to do.