Raat main mujhe chatting ka bada shauk hua karta tha online random website pe, achanak se mera dhyan gaya ek username pe uska naam tha mehek, pata nah... mujhe kya sooja,maine phatt se likhh bheja “ namaste bhabhi ji” unhonay bhi ‘hi’ bola , phir humne idhar udhar kee baat kee, aur mujhse poocha kee bhabhi kyu bola,main darr gaya kee shayad koi single ladkee hai,agar main phirse bhabhi bolunga toh chidd jayengi,aur wo baat mai taal gaya jaise taise karke, unhonay poocha kee main kaha se hu toh. ” Dave’s mother told them to stop it, but Becky didn’t take here eyes off me. By this point, I was desperate to leave. To be honest, I was kind of gutted that she was mocking me, as I’d been perhaps hoping that she’d see me in a sexually different light. That was nothing compared to the general awkwardness of the situation though, so I decided to regain some face and not allow her to have her way. Getting up, I put on my best ill face, apologized to Dave’s mother and declared that I wasn’t. "She doesn't dare tell anyone," she grunted loud enough for Jean to hear. "If she does, I have a tape her husband will get that will get her the quickest divorce you've ever seen. "You told me you destroyed that tape," Jean said. "I lied. Jeffery, my dear husband, is a little bit of a voyeur, he likes to match the doggie style with your actions on the tape. Truthfully, I think he'd like to hump you if there would be no consequences." "Your sick," Jean said, "first you fuck your son, and now you. Relief and torment. Hegrabs me out of my puddle and I land across his wideknees in a nearby chair. “You were a bad puppy.”I do not question why I was bad; only fear/welcome mypunishment. He spanks my bottom with his big hands overand over. It hurts me and my sobs are louder. Istruggle and it only makes it worse, my ass is on fireas he smacks my cheeks over and over. “Bad puppy, Bad puppy!”I cry for release as well as pain as I hump my clitagainst his leg. When he finally.