Smack, smack, smack. I feel the heat as your skin burns and reddens. I continue to punish you and you writhe against me grinding your cunt into me. I ...ear your breathing change, as you derive pleasure from the pain and the lust within you grows. I push you away from me gently and a slight pressure on your hips tells you what you must do. You kneel in front of me and take my cock in your mouth.This is your act of submission, telling me that you are ready to pleasure me and allow you to use you. I got bit upset but by the time hiba left Pakistan for study & we were just telephonic friends. I done my BBA & start my MBA, once a day I got call, when I ask who is there so in reply she ask “are you still use to come in DHA Park”. I reply “yes” She says “See you tonight in Park” and call dropped, I tried on that number but number was switched off till evening. When I reached at park I again got her call, she said “welcome I was waiting for you please come at juice shop. I go there & find. When I commented on this, she told me not to worry. She was not going to be throwing any punches."You're not ready for that, yet!"For the next hour I learned how to punch with either hand, how to double up on my punches, when to throw what type of punch. I was beginning to feel pretty good about this, that is until MaryAnn hit me with two 'love taps' on both cheeks. Neither one hurt me, but they did get my attention."I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I lied before when I said I won't throw any. It would be a lovely funeral, she decided bleakly. Her parents would cry inconsolably and everyone would toast her memory at the pub afterwards. She was just trying to think of a suitable song for the service when the sound of a motorbike approaching roused her from the stupor she had fallen into. ‘Hello!’ she yelled as she turned to face the oncoming bike. But the wind sucked the words from her mouth instantly, swallowing them up in a swirl of snowflakes. The blinding headlight momentarily.