You scare off all potential prospects.”“You don’t want a boyfriend like that,” I muttered. “And I don’t want to go to Sephora. I already h...ve makeup.”“You don’t even look like you’re wearing makeup,” Rita said, squinting as she looked at my face.“That’s the point.”“That’s not the point of makeup,” Addie said. “Let’s go. If I had your face I’d be accentuating my features every damn day.”“Seriously, Celine,” Rita said, rolling her eyes. “You look like Gal Gadot’s Mexican cousin. Stop trying to. You feel flushed, your heart begins to race and you feel your pussy moisten. You mind focuses on the memory of that hard cock barely glimpsed. Then he’s there behind you his hands encircle your stomach and caress up over your breasts teasing your nipples until they stiffen and strain against your swimsuit. A moan escapes your lips as you turn towards this stranger. He stifles your moan with a deep kiss and his hands glide down your back to cup the soft curve of your ass.You slide down your hand. I had never been this late home. And dad had never spanked me that much before. I was truly scared. "Forty-five for being late. And ten more for getting my floors wet!" he said and took his arm away from my waist and shoved me forward by my hair."Take off those shorts, and get on the bed." he yelled at me.I nodded and did exactly what he said, I slid off my shorts onto the floor and climbed up on his bed and laid down on my stomach. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my. I waited for 2 agonising minutes and then came his reply: ‘not bad slut, you will do’ and he asked for my phone number. Within 30 seconds of giving it, I got his call.‘Hello cunt’‘Yes sir’‘Do you live alone?’‘Yes sir’‘Good.’The he asked me to meet him later that day at a pub. In India there are no gay bars or adult stores where like minded people can meet and have fun. But this particular pub had the reputation of being a gay pub. Not that anything happened there actually.‘Wear tight T-shirt.