” “No, I mean, I mean, maybe I deserve that spanking.” She looked confused, but she was listening. “I mean, you should spank me. Now.” I shr...gged. “You know, instead of leaving.” She huffed as she walked around me. I tried again. “Look, look!” I got down on all fours. “I mean it. Do it and stay. Or leave anyway.” I looked up and saw she was watching. “Or stay.” She slowly shook her head at me, turned away, and then looked back at me again. “You’re serious?” “Sure. Yes! I meant yes.” I couldn’t. Asking Carol to keep out of contact for a couple of days, while Ava stewed. If Ava called her, Carol was just to say "I'll wait to hear what Mark decides before I see you again," and to wish Ava good luck.I relayed through Julia a request that Carol bring my soccer gear to the soccer grounds before the game, "Because we'll be too busy shopping to come get it." (I did my best to keep my tone polite.)After that call was over, Julia told me, "What happened with Ava this morning was different than. ”“Hehe. Traitor.”There were a billion keys of all shapes and forms, but a lot were the same. I didn’t know where to start. My bondage was not that restrictive, but it forced me into a curled position. What made the most sense to me was to free up one of my hands first so it would be easier to work on the remaining padlocks. My plan was good.For the next forever, I tried keys after keys after keys. None of them worked. At least, I understood the ones fitting in my padlocks all had the same. Meine aaj paheli baar maa ko nanga dekha tha meri to aankh phat gai uske mume or chut ke baal dekhkar meine apna land apne hato me lekar wahi diwal par ragadne laga or wahan meri ram ke lund ko lolipop ke jaise chat rahi thi or shyam meri maa ki chut me apni 3 ungli daale andar bahar kiye jaraha tha tabhi ram ke lund ne pickari chodi or mera maa ke mum me apna ras gira diya meri maa ram se saath jhar gai or usne apna pura ras shyam ke mum me gira diya or shyam meri ka pura ras pi gaya meri maa.