"I'm sorry," Debbie said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm just having ahard time swallowing all this." So did I," Chris joked, regaining some dig...ity. He knew that Debbie, of allpeople, wouldn't judge him."Well, I finally managed to yell at him to let go, and he realized I wasn'tMindy. He turned on the light and saw it was me, and that I was wearing Mindy'sclothes. He wasn't amused. He threw me out of the apartment." He told you to leave?" Debbie asked. "Why didn't you..." He didn't tell. ...and still knowing there was more to come. As if in answer to my perverted prayers again the sound of the leather strap whistles through the air and lands upon my tortured flesh with a resounding THWACK!! Now, Without the thin fabric of the panties between my naked flesh and the strap the pain seems more intense. Once again the blows are raining down on my ravished backside.....one after another, again alternating......first one cheek and then the other...SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! it. She is from Khulna and her name is Liza Begum and we both live in a small apartment in Tower Hamlets. The rent is pretty cheap in the neighborhood we live in. We are a middle-aged couple. I am 45 years and my wife is 34. She loves London and loves British men and especially ugly old white men. The reason why I say that is because I see her staring at old white men when she sees one in the store or when we are on the street. She just keeps looking at them and so one day I was really curious and. “When in my bedroom he would watch me undress while he fiddled with himself. Sometimes he would make me diddle myself with the handle of a hairbrush. I always imagined it were a real man’s pego doing the business.” She smiled, wistfully, before continuing. “Cornelius liked to watch when me and Stan did it; he bored spy holes in the wardrobe and would watch us from inside.”“Stan? Would that be Stanley Kenton?”She nodded. “He was an old man, but very energetic for his years. Every afternoon he.