Bob, knowing that what had happened wasn't his fault, but that most of his family would blame him anyway, was more worried about Kathy than he was any...of them. Some of them would try to make her life miserable and, all things considered, nothing REALLY terrible had happened. Yes, some kids had seen a real live penis, but then, what did that actually hurt?But if his relationship with Kathy had been damaged, he actually cared about that. He was about to go after her when his sister Liz caught his. He also told me to meet Amit only in a hotel.Next morning when I woke up, I had a different thrill in my body. My pussy was so wet when I woke up. I hadn’t called Amit yet. I waited for my husband to leave for his office and my son to leave for his school. I gave my maid a day off as well.It was 9 am when I got all alone at home. I decided to call Amit. I was only fantasizing him since the last day evening and was so horny all the time. When I called on his number, the conversation went like. )After so much glaring at paper pussyhe of course suggested that we havesuch a "contest" ourselves.I was too nervous to come and sonaturally he won; although that ofcourse wasn't the objective.He was, or seemed, amazed at mystroke method...which was my grippingmy cock with the first four fingers,no pinky, and grabbing my dick fromover the top of my head rather thanaround the shaft. Of course my fingertips secured my shaft. Then I strokein both an up & down way, but alsoin a kind of twisting. “Thank you, Miss. First stroke,” he told her. A second one came a few moments later, quickly followed by another; each one followed by his thanks as well as his count. Each one brought a scream from his lips and caused him to rise off the table. The forth one followed as his tears began to stream again. The fifth one came and went, and then came the final one. “Thank you, Miss. Sixth stroke,” he sobbed. “”Thank you for my punishment.” It was over. His punishment was finally over. Sal moved.