Pak whimpered loudly at my command. I asked Pak if she would like to see me whip Lin's pussy and she moaned yes. Lin stood up and with the leash lead ...er to the large dining room table. Moving chairs away Lin laid down and spread her legs as wide as she could go. I could hear Pak's wet pussy slop as she played with herself. I again took the stick leather strap and struck the soft pussy of Lin. Three more hits as Lin whimpered Pak moaned for more. Once the area was good and red I pulled up a. But pretty? There lay a kind of hardness in her features, making it difficult to connect her to terms such as "cute" or "twee".I would call her Rho, for her real name is of no consequence anymore, the sixteenth letter of the Greek alphabet. Or, minding that it was to be a proper name, the capital form: PRho owned the lithe body of a runner (actually, she had been a semi-professional fencer until some years ago). Right now this very body, nude and firm, was struggling and wriggling to get free. When the hiss of the jets of water could be heard, Steve chuckled into my ear, "We'd better hit the shower, too". Before I could ask what he thought was funny, he sat up straddling the bench, lifting me with him before I could let go. He put both hands on my back and pressed me against his chest as he stood up and walked toward the shower, carrying me with him, my arms wrapped halfway around his broad back, my legs around his slim waist, and my heels digging into his hard butt. His cock was. This is my story of why I left my job. I used to work in this it company in Bangalore and my team leader was an arrogant person. I never used to get along with him. I liked to cross dress and due to that, I used to wear bra and panty beneath my regular clothes. There was a dress code in our company as we were dealing with overseas, we had to wear a black suit with white shirt and red tie to it. I used to fight with my boss every now and then. He was a strong build up 6 feet long person and I am.