But since her hands had mehendi, even though it was dry she hesitated to ouch her blouse as it may ruin the cloth material.I laughed and asked “Vidy... do you need my help?”.She smiled and said “Shravan it happened as you had told; now I can’t remove my cell. You have to help me out Shravan . I can’t ruin my blouse with mehendi on my hands. Please remove the cell and see who is calling. “She smiled naughtily at me and I exclaimed “Wow. What an opportunity I have got “and started laughing .She. And, because of the exposed position he had me in, this would mean my cunt received a burning slap, wrenching an even bigger sob from deep in my throat. And yet I knew, deep down inside, that I was deserving of every stroke. I needed this. Because I’d shown I had no self-discipline, I needed him to take charge and bring me into line again. The tears streaming down my cheeks would help wash away my insolence and arrogance. After what felt like forever, when I didn’t think my ass could take. So here I am. Thursday afternoon, no plans, and only twenty bucks in my pocket. I thought about going over to Amy's house but her parent's would be home and I would have a slim chance getting lucky. She's my girlfriend. I haven't gotten in her pants yet but she gives great head — at least based on my limited experience in seventeen years.Just as I was getting ready to leave the house and go shoot some pool at the local bowling alley, Jessica came home from work. She came directly up stairs to. The wireless receiver had even been removed. I knew enough from Frank and the others how easy it was to hack into a computer. I had a second machine to access the internet. The Companies House web site gave me a lot of information, including the last year's accounts. These are abbreviated accounts but quite useful if you knew how to read them. After a general overview I looked at the contingency fund. Any well run company would have such a fund. It was in essence the company's private piggy.