Is Judy around?” Bill asked.“Why? You are here with some other girl. Why don't you let Judy go now?” I asked.“Well, do you know who the father...is of her baby?” Bill asked.“No. But I do know it's not yours and I'm taking care of her now. And she doesn't want anything to do with you,” I replied.“How the hell do you know? A woman never knows what exactly what she wants. I mean if she doesn't know who the father is, how would she know what she wants. It could just be a fling and now she looks like. He said that I would watch from here and he would slide the curtain a little bit so I could look inside.As he was gone I came out of there and went for another smoke. There I called Neetu and told her that the peon was not coming as the cycle chain was broken and so he returned back. I asked her to go wherever she was going. She said that she would return in 2-3 hours. After I disconnected I formatted my memory card fully, I was in the mood to record things up.I bought a cello tape and waited. Youmake sure you mince and prance around like I have shown you. If I haveto restrain you then be prepared for a sound spanking." That afternoon he received only seven swats to his butt. While his eyeswere filled with unshed tears he made sure that his elbows were tuckedin, his wrists limp and that his hips wiggled like Doris wanted. As heminced his way around the room, he made sure to repeat the nurseryrhymes in his best girlish voice. As his practice session continued Peter realized that. As I turn around, he stands up and in one swift move lifts me onto the kitchen counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. Putting his fingers in my mouth, he pulls himself out of his pants, slipping himself inside, groaning aloud at the tightness he has encountered. Wet, slick, slippery, still very tight. He whispers into my ear, groans. I can feel his thickness pulse. He thrusts into me for a few minutes, buries his face into my chest. Still keeping my g string to the side, he uses a thumb.