‘What on earth are you doing?’ ‘If you keep holding your menu like that,’ he whispered. ‘Nobody can see what I’m doing.’ He became bolde.... His hand sought, then found, one of her distending nipples and teased it through the soft material of her blouse. ‘Ohhhhhh!!!!’ Arlene moaned softly while her husband toyed with her nipple. She continued to hold the menu, although she could no longer read it. And, since she was trembling, the menu was, too. ‘What will you be having?’ William asked. His hand. I went outside near to the main road and was waiting for my friend , after about one hour he came with the lady, she was about 35-40 years medium built wheatish complexion with good sexy figure. my friend saw me and stopped his motorcycle and asked why am waiting there, i told him about his parents visit, he too was shocked and was not able to talk for a while , i told him that i will drop the lady back to her place and he can go and be with his parents, he agreed and i took this lady back to. You only drifted off to sleep. You were only dreaming.’ Even as he spoke the words, he knew that they were a lie. He knew had not slept, knew that he had been lucid the entire time. He knew this as a certainty, but it was easier to try to convince himself to the contrary. The music tinkled on, but he shut his ears to it as he walked out of the balcony and back into the bedroom. When he shut the balcony door, he could no longer hear it. Good riddance, he thought irritably, drawing the curtains. Right then! Don't dare move from that position. You'll take twelve strokes of the brush; I expect you to count them, and thank me for each blow. If you forget the count, or move, or complain, we'll go straight back to the beginning again, until you get it right. Understood?" "Y-y-yes Auntie." His knees were actually trembling! How perfectly delightful. I raised my arms, high above and behind my head, and let loose with every ounce of strength. "Oh! Ow, ow, oh! I mean, oh, one, thank you,.