As I sat there, with my legs apart and my knickers packed with pussy, I felt their eyes on me. I could feel the heat of their stares and imagined thos... red dots you see on films and television when a sniper has a target in his sights, and I wondered how many dots would be centred on the gusset of my underwear at that very second.I leaned back against the bench and tried to appear casual, nonchalant and without a care in the world while I spread my thighs and tried to give my audience the best. Muje dar bhi lag raha tha . Maine thoda thoda unki bur ko sahlata phir maine unke bur me 500 ka note lagakar . Apne chat par aakar so gaya.dusre din mai unka response dekna chahta tha.subha uth kar unhone kisi ko kuch nahi bataya. Pase milne ki bat bhi kisi se nahi batayi. Dusre din hum phir chat par sone chale gaye .Us rat ko thodi der bad mai phir unke chat par gaya aur unke pass so gaya ,unki gand meri taraf thi aur unki sadi thoda kal se bhi jayada uthi uhi thi mane ahista se unki sadi aur. Don’t want to break the spell. So I stay in place, not moving, watching this very private moment as a silent spectator. That’s when Brian looks at me. His face portrays the pleasure he is experiencing, the naked ecstasy that he’s now sharing with me. “You like what you see Soph?” His voice is hoarse, a groan of pure lust. “Mmm.” It’s an affirmative moan. I can’t manage anything more eloquent than that. “Getting you hot?” “Mmm.” The next word is uttered as a command, “Come.” Hesitantly, I rise. After she gave me a stroke across the crease where buttocks and thighs met, I squirmed, pushing my hips into the bed, clenching my buttocks in pain, turning on her side. She again ordered me to lie still, otherwise I will get extra for moving out my position. I told her, I am trying to lie still but it hurts so much and she too giving it very hardly. She said, she knew it hurts but spanking are supposed to hurt and she is doing this to make me a good disciplined boy. By the time, she.