Fir kisi din baat karenge.Mujhe kal ki baat yaad karke uss vakt itna sharam aaya tha ki dusri baar unke samne nangi hone ki baat nahi kar paya. Par an...ar ek lust ka keeda kat raha tha mujhe.Kyuki unki sundar chuchi chusne ka man ho raha tha. Unki sundar gaand mein mera lund ghusane ka man ho raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise abhi jaake unka chut chat ta rahu.Ab dimag mein idea aya. Kyu na main bhi unke sath meditation karne baithu. Fir woh to meditation mein kho jayengi. Fir main unhe dekhta. Do I get disciplinary control over you again or not?” Carla said, “Miss Kelly, I’d do it. Mrs Hunt she is a fair lady, I think.” Kelly took a deep breath. “OK Mum, you win, I lose.” Her Mum smiled sternly, “You don’t lose, Kelly. Today is the day I start to get you back to winning. You watch, after I have spanked you a few times I reckon your behaviour will improve markedly. It really is for your own good.” Kelly nodded. Maybe her Mum was right. Maybe being 39-years–old never was a bar to being. Faulkner was not one to mix business with pleasure, but the haughty presence of so many females, mature, pompous, and exuding a certain authority in tight and acutely feminine business attire which expressed their shapely bodies, had an unwanted erection stir within him. He felt unusually nervous as he took his position at one end of the huge polished oak table, sure that his secretary was smirking as she sat beside him.At this business meeting of founders and all comers with prospective. A clear signal that she was ready for their role-play games. An overly excited Jeff sprang out of his chair, blindfold in hand. His engorged cock tented his shorts and his trembling hands put the blindfold in place. Jan pretended to resist as her husband guided her to the bedroom.This part of their play had come to excite her as one of her senses was taken away. It allowed her mind to release her inhibitions setting her inner slut free. It didn't matter what society decreed as she gave up.