The men at the bar were circling like sharks. Jan was witless to the attention as she stared around at the walls. As usual, she was gob smacked by t...e glittery colorful reliefs, sculpted ornaments, and the cozy feeling created by the low lighting. She seemed like a yokel every time she came in.Chez Alasco was a French/Italian fancy restaurant. Jan enjoyed it and it seemed to be her favorite since she did a birthday party there earlier. To Victor it was a fake high-class restaurant. It was. “Thank me, it’s just the towel and not your pallu,” Sumit smirked, wiping his sweat with that towel.“Don’t you dare! And go away, Pranab might hear,” Diya said in a slower voice.“Let’s go somewhere, away from your controlling husband,” Sumit smirked.“When did I ever say no? I would love it.” Diya replied, taking the towel back and escaping from Sumit.The next morning, Sumit sneaked up to his young landlady. He grabbed her by her hand and pinned her to the wall. Diya’s breath met Sumit’s chest. There was something about submission in her make up that brought on huge orgasms after what might well have been the most pain-filled of spankings. There had even been times when Dale had pictured herself being spanked by Gemma, albeit in the privacy of a bedroom, and, as she pictured herself across Gemma‘s lap being spanked really hard, she was able to give herself the most amazing orgasms. Of course, she never imagined that Gemma would actually spank her, but that didn’t stop the fantasy.Soon. “Trust that you are now far more powerful than the memory is. Remember this and you can no longer be hurt by them.” A new light seemed to appear in her eyes as she stared at him and nodded letting him go.Sucking in a deep breath Alan hadn’t realized that he’d been holding his breath. Truda’s eyes opened and she stared at Alan then got to her feet and threw herself at him. Tears were falling from her eyes. “Thank you I have been afraid for so long. Thank you for leading me out of that place; I.