Isn’t there another way?” “I’m afraid not. You’re a habitual speeder. Eight tickets in the last year? And how many have you talked your way ...ut of?” She didn’t want to answer that. She tried another smile up at him, but felt how weak it was. He stopped writing. “It’s your choice, ma’am. A hard lashing with my belt...or the ticket.” He stared at her for a long, long moment. “I won’t be gentle. You need to learn a lesson.” After another long moment, the scratch of the pen started again. “Okay.”. "this is the last time. i can not keep doing this will."he slumps back in the chair and looks evil at me. he knows im having trouble with keeping up with all my bills and my school work. hey its easy money and i know he is clean, but why all of a sudden is he offering his help now? he knows i have been in need of help, but why is he now wanting to pay me for my services? these and so many more questions are running threw my mind, and he knows it. i start to get a little uncomfortable a i finish. So take this chance to enjoy her. I heard ma friend’s words. That day came. I was little worried because this was my first time experience. Her house was at Ankamaly. I went there and met her. Awesome year. She was hot, damn sexy figure.34-24-34 that was amazing. I shivered to talk with her.Then we went Cochin Bolgatty Palace for having some time alone.. At Bolgatty I little afraid to touch her. But she started it. I wore a ring on my left hand. She touched it and said “Wonderful” She rubbed my. Sometimes in the break I have to go into the bathroom and shoot my load about you and I always do it again when I get home.” I loved that, the thought of him wanking about me, God that turned me on. Especially considering the times I had brought myself to orgasm thinking about him. He was kissing me roughly, his tongue probing my mouth, pulling my wet hair into a pony tail he was pulling my head back, exposing my throat and breasts to him and all the time he was bouncing gently up and down on.