I gasped, trembled as my body slid forward on the table from the force of the swat, unable to stop my forward motion with my hands. However, my knees ...id not buckle.Another loud crack and again I cried out, unable to stop a moan from escaping my tightly pursed lips. I was trying to be grown up and hide my pain.I swallowed hard and tried to brave. The paddle slammed into my butt and I vocalized my pain letting loose with a high-pitched girlish scream. Nobody noticed in the neighborhood. My wails. Gwen’s job, as a musical historian at Westminster University, didn’t leave her much time for socialising. Often, she worked way into the dark of night, transcribing old musical scores and sheet music. Some of the stuff from the Tudor period was done in unfamiliar symbols, it took time to learn and almost as much to transcribe into modern bar format. The lyrics were often in Latin. That was bad enough, but not something that couldn’t be overcome, but it was as if the score was also Latin or some. Then you pull it out and bring it to my lips, "A present for you, I know how much you love my special sauce," you add with a laugh.I suck your fingers into my mouth, licking off your sweet heavy cream, rolling my tongue slowly between each fingers, licking and sucking them clean. "Hummm finger licking good!" I exclaim."You always say that you bum," she laughed."And it's always true my dear!"Your hands slides back down to your creamy pussy and your lightly rub your fingers over your pink clit.. She is 5.3 height around 60 kg weight, she braided her hair and it’s black thick and long, she kept her braid in front and it’s falling in between perfectly round shaped breasts, which are huge, she is wearing a churidar, her face looks round and she is fair in color her lips are kinda shaped like Angelina jollies lips, her face looks like bhuvaneswari from Telugu movies, she has lusty eyes when I am passing by she keeping the fanta bottle to her lips cheeks and face and rubbing it, I hesitated.