And I am more than willing to let you have it.You sit on your knees on top of me just staring. I want to lean forward and touch but can’t. and my bo...y shivers. You lick your lips and lean toward my face. You nuzzle my ear and I feel your tongue on my neck. My body cranes towards you. Every inch of me wants you, your touch, your tongue. Your hands put pressure on each side of my body, barely touching, just enough that I know they are there. Your tongue lightly tingles the skin down to my. Her entire skin now has a reddish tint and is quite sensitive. Even more so as the stripes from the earlier whipping have not faded yet. This will be useful in a minute.But first, I prepare two zippers. You remember the zippers, right? A bunch of clothes pegs on a line, clamped to her skin, then ripped off in one swoop? Those zippers, right.The first one goes on her left tit. There is not much flesh, but there is enough skin that I manage to fasten a total of 11 clamps, with the last one going. Dad was a short stocky man. I, on the other hand was nothing like any of them. I was tall, 6’ 7”, I was muscular and well built and I had natural light blonde hair. My eyes were green, and my features were much sharper than anyone else in my family. I had always felt like an outsider. I made good grades whereas my siblings all struggled. I was an excellent artist and no one else in my family could even draw a decent stick person. I was shy and backwards and every one in my family was loud. I. I reside in pune city. My family had recently shifted from goa, and i was sitting on the couch after returning from work. At that point of time, i was working for one of the most reputed mnc information technology company. It was around 8 pm, i received a call from a girl from abn amro bank. She introduced herself as ramanjeet, and asked me if i was interested to apply for a credit card. I was not really sure if i wanted to get one. I accepted in a polite manner, but i thought i’d get friendly.