I could feel them staring at the deepred marks allover me of the strap which my father had beaten me with the nightbefore, they still stood out a brig...t flame red color and the water stung whenit hit a part where the leather had broken the skin. I was chucked a towel and dragged into a small bedroom with two small singlebeds crammed into it which left little room to move let alone for any furniturejust two small boxes one each at the foot of each bed with night clothes foldedand placed onto it.. If you’ve been paying close attention, you may have noticed I’m gripping the podium rather hard and standing a bit awkwardly. You may have attributed this behavior to nerves, but you would be incorrect. This behavior is because I desperately need to pee, but it’s not because of the long lines at the woman’s restrooms.” A few women audibly laughed, but most of the audience was silent. “My predicament is due to this,” she said, stepping out from behind the podium and indicating the buckle of her. I reached her home. I was completely drenched. I knocked the door. Pratheeksha opened the door. She was wearing jeans shorts which covered only her butt and a tight top. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She scolded me for getting drenched in the rain, made me sit on the sofa, went inside and brought a towel. She came towards me to wipe my wet hair. I said honey, I am feeling very cold. She smiled and replied I told you to come home to make you feel hot baby” and winked at me. My cock which was. Can I help you?” I asked. She flashed an easy smile which reached her eyes. They darted and cast playful glances at me which hinted that she had some kind of secret she was keeping. ‘Mischievous’ came to mind, which made me adjust her age downwards, maybe making her much younger. When she adjusted her posture, I was struck by the way the simple clothing clung to her breasts and hips; there were implied plush curves hidden underneath.“Mr. Rhinehart? Carl Rhinehart?” Her smile revealed white,.