It was the tawse. “Two strokes for each minute. You know what to do.” Her voice was flat, no emotion, no anger, no warmth.I lay on my back on the ...ed with my legs spread and my knees bent. She stroked my face and put a finger in my mouth. I sucked it. Christina took a strip of leather from the bedside table and placed it gently between my teeth.The first strike was vicious. God, how that tawse stung. It was a bitch of a thing. And there was no gentle start, no crescendo, just an immediate, sob. .. here!" With that, I pulled open the front of her blouse, and tried to suck at the skin on the swell of her breast that I had exposed. This time, she pulled back her arms and started lightly slapping at me. Not enough to hurt, but enough to interfere with my attempt."I'll not have it!" she exclaimed. "I'll not be wearing my blouses buttoned to my throat because you canna contain yourself. It's getting too warm out for that."Since she had disengaged from me, my hands were now free to roam over. And wearing soccer shorts, typical bikini underwear, and the normal attire, if I got a hard-on? The whole world is going to fucking see it. When we got done talking, as she walked away, my partner laughed. I asked him what was so funny. He looked at me, smirked, and said to me, "seriously bro? If you don't get it? You really don't get it." I looked at him (yeah, I knew what he was referring to), and laughed. "Seriously? I'm forty-two years old. She's like seventeen. And you know the issues with. Mag me ticha gown khalun uchalla aani kamre paryant aanla aani pahtoy tar kay tine aat kahich ghatla navta me tila vicharla hey kay? Ti mhanali ugach wel kashala vaya ghalvaychi, me majhe haath tasech varparyant aanle aani ticha gown tichya galyatun kadhla aata ti purna nagna majhya samor ubhi hoti, tiche stan thode lataklele parantu khup attractive disat hote, pot thod vadhlel pan jadi navti disat ti,Tichi yoni ekdum swaccha aani saaf hoti, me tila ulta firayla sangitla ti mhanali kay kartos.