She remembered standing at the center of the salon, her arms at her back, her breasts pushed out. She was aware of every cell in her trembling body. S...e felt the tightness of her overstretched knees, the long hair tickling her spine below her shoulder blades, a tiny hidden nerve twitching in her ass cheek. Her voice needed a re-start to formulate her timid hello."Hi, girls," she said. "I am Alicia." She wondered if they too would hear the slight slur to her words. But my God, she'd had to find. I am married with one daughter. This is a true incident on how my relationship with my neighbour transformed and changed both our lives. I am writing the true incident which happened without any fiction. Though a bit long, I am sure you will enjoy the journey.As I said, I am married for the last 2 years and we live in Chennai. We live in flats and straight opposite to our flat is a Rajiv, his wife Gayathri and son. Gayathri was around 31 years old and her husband was working for a marketing. Carla said, “I’ve been wanting to spank you for a long time, you naughty girl.” Crack. Not as hard as Hatch, but still it hurt. “Oh, that wasn’t a good one. It shouldn’t count. Let me try again.” CRACK. She cried out, loud, straining against the ties. Her body shook. CRACK. CRACK. “Drake, my dear, drop your pants. I want to try this on you when I’m done with her.” “Yes, ma’am.” She heard Drake stand, then his zipper... CRACK. Still Hatch’s hand ran through her hair. It made the. The man gestured that he didn't have a lighter, and Doug pulled his out and handed it to him too. Doug noticed his big, weathered but not unsightly hands. The man lit his cigarette, the light revealing a set of tired but decidedly sane eyes.He handed the lighter back."Oh thanks man," he said, sighing and exhaling smoke. Doug drew on his own cigarette; he was reaching the last quarter. "I needed one of these fuckers." Totally, man," Doug said. The man smiled at him."My name is James. I won't.