“Your ass is beautiful when it's red.”“I will obey, Sir.”The crack in my voice reflecting the internal battle within. Wanting to please him ev...n though my punishment. My instinct of self-preservation screaming in the back of my mind with each kiss of the cane. Clenching my hands into fists. I will endure. I will serve. I will, please.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.Finally, he stops, his rough hand caressing my sore trembling ass. His fingers slip into my wetness. Stroking. My mother has asked if I’d made any girl friends here at the college. I told her no, that I was too busy to make any attachments. But now, I just don’t care if they find out that I love another man,’ I said. ‘Oh Nicky,’ he said as he moved out of my arms and rolled over on top of me, his cock which had now become aroused, getting squashed between our stomachs causing mine to rise up. ‘I do love you too,’ he cried, literally, for a few drops landed on my cheek before he kissed me quite. She lifted both my thighs pushed them backwards. She put her legs on both my sides cuddling my whole lower part covering my thighs and hip and exactly lowering her pussy to my face for a 69.Now she was freely moving her tongue all over my thighs and butt cheeks and painted them with her saliva before sending her tongue into my pubic cavity.I was wondering from where she learn this art of lesbian sex. She moved her tongue into my pussy in a circular motion desperately searching for my G-spot. . No baggage, no emotions, nothing. Do you understand?”He sighed. “Look, Sneha. We are family. I am not happy or proud to be here. I am just helping my brother, alright. And after all of this is done, I still want to be close with you guys. I understand. You don’t want emotions or baggage. But it would help if you didn’t look at me like you wanted to murder me. Might make your husband happy, but that’s a boner killer right there.”Sneha thought about punching him, preferably in his dick, but what.