It took a lot of strength to hold her fighting body down."I am not stopping until you settle down and start behaving! You cannot treat me like this!"I...wore out her ass and then she finally quit fighting. Her body went limp and she sobbed into my legs. She had given in to it. I stopped spanking her and gently caressed her red bottom."Carolyn, I love you baby. But, you cannot handle your stress like this." I know," she whimpered, her face still buried in my legs. "I just want to do well at work. Finally it was her k**-sister Becki’s turn; still wearing the pink leather harness, but as she hadn’t worn any underwear during the afternoon, she just wiped her pussy juice onto a clean red thong and pushed it into Faye’s mouth. She turned down the Sybian speed but increased the rotation, so that Faye had to roll her hips from side to side to keep the dildo from sliding out of her bottom. Faye came loudly as soon as Becki’s tongue hit her clit; I just hoped the video captured the delicious. We also heard the Chamber Orchestra in a Prokofiev, Shostakovitch, Tchaikovsky concert at the City Recital Hall – a far more intimate venue.It was mid-November when Rachel asked: "What should I wear?" Eh?" To the wedding! I'm certainly not getting a traditional gown." I hope not! And not virgin white, either. But do you want to get something special?" I think I ought to. But not white: that's the death color in Japan." Oops! Eggshell? Pastel? Pale blue or rose?" What were you intending?" I was. So I used my pair of keys and opened the door. I called priya for several times but no answer from her side. So I directly entered her room as my heart was beating little fast. But when I entered her room what I saw. Priya was sleeping on her bed facing the door and hugging her pillow very tightly, with a sweet smile on her face along with a expression of satisfaction. Her saree was little above her anklets but below her knees. Her legs were silky as the feather of a bird. The anklets on her.