..she begged me to show her everything.. She said she liked the smell and taste of a man. I pushed until her nose touched my pubic hair and the head...of my dick touched her tonsils I think. I pulled out before I came and asked her to feel my scrotum. Examine it, touch it, lick it and she did. Now lick your finger and massage my ass with it. She spread my butt cheeks and massaged my asshole and I said now push it in. I moaned and she knew what to do. I got down on all fours and. ”“What’s that?”“Could YOU live under the scrutiny that falls on a deacon’s wife? And be happy?”“That’s a hell of a question, and one I have to say I’m happy to not have to struggle with. You seem to be OK with it.”“It’s the environment in which I grew up.”“As has Elizaveta.”“Yes, of course. Both girls have strengths and weaknesses, just as I do. And now I need to get to dinner, and ask my question of Mr. Kozlov.”“Good luck!”Clarissa and I hugged and left my room. She headed down the hall to see. With a final ten hard swats to thetender underside of her cheeks, she stopped the spanking. Moments later, Lindatold her daughter to get up and lay with her stomach on the bed. When Brandywas in place her mother selected a cane from the stand and stood next to herdaughter. Linda held a straight cane made of rattan, spirally wrapped with cordat one end to provide a hand grip. The cane was about a yard long, graduallytapering from nearly an inch thick at the handle end to less than half an inchat. She told me to bathe and come so that she makes the preparations. I was getting mad by now. When I returned I saw a huge diya in the drawing room and she was sitting like a bride. We took pheras and then I held her tight. She said aaj se aap mere patii ho, ab mai aapki hoo. Mai to ye sun ke pagal hogya. I put sindoor in her maang, she touched my feet and forced me to call her by name. Sarita kitni pyarii lag rahi thi mai kya bolo. We had dinner together from the same plate, and I was excited.