After a while she checked with her MIL and she was on her way. Now Shikha opened up. She shared many things about her, family etc. I was continuously ...ooking at her. She was beautiful. I could guage from her talks that she wasn’t happy with her married life. She asked me a lot of questions too and asked how often I visited Delhi. I told her whenever there is work or to meet friends. She said now you have one more friend to meet and gave a big smile. We chatted and walked around the mall while. She lie on my back breathing heavy and moaning and repeating "oh my god" over and over. I tried to breath and wipe the tears from my eyes on the bed. Then suddenly, PLOP, she pulled out of me and I was left there in my shame, trying to recover.WHACK WHACK!!She was beating me again, only this time, with A WHIP!! She cracked it against my ass, my back and my thighs. I began crying again."I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!! And all over my bed spread too!! YOU BITCH!!"I counted 10. "Mr. Preston? What're you doing?" Exercising King," he called back. "Come on down." All right." She giggled delightedly and disappeared from view, only to appear a few minutes later at the back door. She came across the yard, provocative in her walk and stance without even being aware of her natural sensuality. "Gee, you have a nice dog, Mr. Preston." Call him King," he grinned at her as she patted King's head. King lolled his tongue out appreciatively and panted. "And call me David; it's a lot. "Yeah, it was about this time last year. I was just so pissed off to have to put on a pair of jeans or shorts on hot nights, just to stomp down the hall to the bathroom so I could pee. That stupid robe Mom got me years ago was too small and falling apart. The whole ritual was so fucking stupid. You were my sister for christ's sake and you had to be old enough to handle it - all those years earlier and all those discussions about the difference between boys and girls. It was ridiculous to.