Mujhey unka Lund meri Gaand per achcha lugraha tha. Mujhey wo apni taruf palut ker merey se chimmut gaye…aur merey hoontoon per apna moonh rakh ker ...erey hoonth choostey rahey. Aur apney haath se merey chootaroon ko sehlatey rahe..mein ne unka hard Lund ko merey Lund se takrarahey they. .mujhey bara achcha lug raha tha..Jub Mamoo ne daikha ke mera Lund bhi hard hoona shooroh ho gaya hai. Tau apney haatoon se mera Lund ko sehlatey rahey. Jub woh hard hooney laga tau merey kaan mein awaaz. ”“Good, now follow me,” he said as he held his hand out and helped her off the stool.She took his hand and let him lead her towards the back of the club.He took her to a curtained section that she realised was a storage area. As soon as the curtain fell back behind them, he turned towards her.His eyes grew darker and his look hardened. For a second she thought, ‘what the hell have I done?’ but then she felt her pussy contract and realised she was intrigued to find out where this was. “Every pet fucks up some time,” he says evenly. “It’s always best they do it early on because the punishment only gets worse as time rolls on.”Page spins around, red-faced to see the man sitting up on the edge of the bed. “I had to use the bathroom,” she says quickly. “I thought disturbing you would be a bad idea.”“You’re slippery with that tongue,” he comments. “Probably something that has helped you with getting stories. But it won’t work with me, and it won’t work here.”Page instantly falls. Pilge lifted his belovedrattan cane, but not before taking another swig of currant wine. ?Now sir. Five hundred and eighty-two bytwelve. Commence!? Sedley bit his lip. ?12 times20 is two hundred and forty? WHACK! Pilge?s rattancane resounded across the curving buttocks, leaving a long red welt. Sedleygritted his teeth, and Pilge could see him trying to concentrate. ?And 582 minus 240 is three hundred and forty two.? As Sedley finished thatsentence, Pilge?s cane hit the tender spot just beneath.