Ayesha used to smoke a lot of cigarettes so I used to accompany her whenever she went out for frequent smoke breaks. She was a pretty bold woman. A lo... of people used to stare at her while she smoked cigarettes (we know how we Indians are) but she knew how to ignore others. I started liking her company but I kept it to myself as she was a married woman.Meanwhile, our WhatsApp chats were getting naughtier. We started talking about things like ‘boobs’ and ‘vagina’. But it was never like sex chat. I so needed that.”Emma smiled her beautifully wicked smile. “I did promise you a spanking before we go out because of my dress.”She had. Just ten minutes ago. Emma added firmly just as I knew she would, “Just sixty more my love, with thirty on each bottom cheek. They will hurt all the more now you have cum.”I knew she would do that. This was the real punishment part of the spanking of course, after all. She knew my passion for being spanked and so had to make me cum several times so that she. I lift my head up and look at my toenails which today are painted red. i like to look at my painted toenails. today they look happy! i ask sue if that is a silly thing to say. sue walks over and pets my head. she says yes it is a silly thing to say but you are a silly girl suki. for some reason that makes me glad. i like to be a silly girl. i always forget my name is suki until someone calls me. then i remember. sue says that once i had another name but that was a long time ago. she sees. “Hello?”“It’s me,” Stela said.I relaxed a little bit, but I still didn’t understand why she was calling. I thought something had to be wrong.“Were you asleep?” she asked.“Yes,” I answered.“That must be nice,” she said quietly. “What’s wrong?” I asked.“I can’t sleep,” she said. “I’m too wound up. I’m too on edge.”I wondered if Stela was having regrets about seeing me without telling her husband. Or maybe she was just nervous that she’d impulsively invited me to come to meet up with her.