He would not say a word nor give any hint of an answer she wanted to obtain. Even when she became bratty or became his very slutty seductress, he wou...ld not divulge any information. That, to her, was punishment enough. She wanted the spankings, the tightness of the ropes or the many other wondrous ways he administered punishment for her bad behavior. When she would try to tempt him and draw information he was not ready to share, she would stop when a particular smirk appeared on his face. . She not only took every drop eagerly, but she was moving her head rapidly in short up and down motions, coaxing more and more from within me as the ever so slight touch of her fingertips against my balls forced me to give more than I thought I could.She didn't release me from her mouth until my cock had completed it's transformation from the hard and throbbing mass of flesh it was a few minutes ago, into the limp, glistening slag it now was."Why didn't you want to fuck my ass?" she asked,. The lady asked me to take off the shirt as it was a custom in these ceremonies. She applied sandalwood paste on my arms, chest, tummy, and cheeks. The Pujari used his Ulluka (drum instrument) and the virgin in the centre started to dance her upper part of her body in a circle with her long jet black hair dancing in rhythm in every direction she turned.I was still bewildered by the ceremony and wondering why was I asked to be present. The lady asked me to be seated and offered me a small glass. I took her back to her car and told her that she is a cheating slut and I don’t want to hear from her again. You won’t have any more trouble from me.”“Okay, Merv. Apology accepted. I have only one question though. How long had you been sleeping with her?”“That’s a little personal.” He looked at me but I simply looked back and said nothing. “Let me see. We met about five months ago. No, we met a bit less than that - between four and five months ago. She told me that you let her date other men..