Is this a bad time?”Patricia’s voice came from behind her sister, saying, “No, it’s not a bad time. In fact it’s almost time for lunch. Want...to join us?”Before answering I lifted an eyebrow to April to let her know that I realized she was in charge here. She just rolled her eyes and jerked her head toward the door so I answered Patricia, “If you’ve got extra that would be nice. I was planning on being almost home by now but the trails under the freeway got me turned around a couple of times.”I. She felt the familiar warmthbetween her legs, and heat of her reddened buttocks. He continued usingthe paddle until she was sobbing and then he stopped. Caressing her hairand whispering words of soft praise in her ear. The strands of the suedeflogger caressed her back seconds later. The strands slowly slid betweenher parted thighs and she arched into them. The first strike of the flogger left her breathless under the impact. He worked her body over with the flogger until tears streamed. I connect with the flames of a malevolent fire; I see myself within its intense heat. I feel as if my emotions are a wild flame of insecurities, revenge and self-hatred. It's ironic how I see myself engulfed in darkness and yet I feel as if I connect with the one thing that can bring me light.The darkest night - a blanket of onyx silk shielding us from the problems and responsibilities of the coming day...I found myself gazing up at the wondrous beauty of the night sky only hours ago — lost in. I’m 18 years of age. I’m a student and I’m a tall slim guy with a tool of 6 inches.The heroine of the story is my maid Afreen who is 20, slim with small firm boobs and a round soft ass. She is very fair and looks very good.She used to work in my house before when I was 10 and we were very good friends then. But after sometime she left working. Eight years later she came back. I couldn’t recognize her that time. She has grown into a beautiful lady. My mom kept her again. Now coming to the main.