“Adnan Bhaiya! Salam Alaikum!” the receptionist happily called Adnan.“Alaikum Salam, Bashir Bhai!” Adnan responded with a smile walking toward... Bashir, the receptionist. Gayatri followed him.“Welcome back! Hey, who’s this? Your girlfriend?” Bashir asked in Urdu, to which Adnan also replied in Urdu.“Oh, no, she’s an old friend. Hey, can she also get a room here today? She’ll be leaving at about 8.00 pm?”Bashir went from funny to serious in a moment.“Look,” he slowly said, bending a little. ’ She planted a soft kiss on my lips, and this one actually sent shocks through my body. ‘So, what do you wanna do?’ I looked over at the alarm clock on my desk. 2:24am. So much for staying up with her all night. ‘I wanna eat, Boo-Boo Chan. I ‘raided’ your cabinets and cooked us up some fettuchini with a light sauce. Is that okay?’ Man it’s like Allison was reading my mind… or my stomach in this case. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a decent meal, more or less a romantic one at. S, p-please stop this… I wont tell anyone, please! *CRACK* Ashley yelped as she felt her teachers belt strike her ass through her panties, causing a bright red welt to form. Ashley, take your panties off Said Mr. S, a bit more sternly. Ashley opened her moth to protest, to stall, but no sound would come out. As she tried to find something to say, Mr. S became impatient. *CRACK* Ashley all but screamed this time, and began sobbing. &hellip,please Mr. S, I dont want to&hellip, dont make. The story...I went over her house one Saturday morning, to watch her k**s, while she focused on paper work. I came over around 9am, bring with me a game they like to play. We played a games, watched tv, and ate lunch. After putting them down for a nap after 1, I checked on Jamie. We talked a bit, noticing her skinny shorts, low cut shirt...including her sexy nake feet. She brought up going for a swim in the pool. I changed, jumped in, and was swimming laps when Jamie came outside. Jamie was.