I reached their place and rang the doorbell, but no one answered. So I called Arpita she told me that she is having a bath and asked me to wait in the...hall as I have keys.I was busy trying to figure everything for the party when I heard Arpita calling me. As I looked at her I was shocked to see she was in a white saree with ample cleavage. The saree was below her navel showing her curvy hips. I was shocked and kept staring at her.She asked me what happened. I recover a bit and told her its. ??You can start by asking for the first stroke.??Please strike me.?He laid the paddle on her backside with a good hard blow; one that was about as hard as the hardest blow from the first spanking. He had more confidence in his control now. This blow did more than sting; it caused real pain. She knew that the stroke was coming, but grunted in surprise at the extent of the pain. She had not been spanked since she was a young child, and then not often or severely. As an adult, having been limited. Wo chilla uthi par uski parvah kiye bina papa nei apna pura lauda uski gaand mei ghused diya. Mein puri joron se use niche se chod raha tha aur uske mumme bhi masal raha tha aur bich bich mei nipples bhi daba deta tha. Mein budbudya, “hai kash in mammon mein doodh hota to maza aa jata, phir to aaj chodte, chodte doodh bhi pee leta. Yeh sun kar wo boli, “arre bhadve doodh peena tha to apni maan ke paas kyon nahin gaya”.Papa nei tabhi kaha, “kyon kutiya abh tera dard kahan gaya abh to saali. She looked to be in her early twenties, did she realize I was in my thirties?Doesn’t matter! I thought to myself, as she let me pin her to my bedroom door. She had peeled off my shirt, had dug her nails into my shoulders. As I lifted her up against the door, grinding her hips up against mine. Moaning, grinding up against my thickness seemed to drive her crazy; she was kissing me, pulling at my belt, almost arguing. After taking a few moments, she laughed at the buckle. I was still trying to get.