In one motion she yanked them down to his ankles. The air on his exposed lower half added to both Chris' excitement and trepidation. Deborah continued... the blows. Whack, whack, whack. Three quick hits made Chris lift up onto histoes and almost lay on the bed. He knew if got too far out of position, Deb wouldn't count the swats, but brushing against the bed did feel good. Whack, whack. The next two strikes were harder. Chris leaned in again, and let out two loud grunts. He could feel his cheeks. I was mad literally feeling him. I could feel his dick hard on my ass I could feel as if he was dry fucking me. He thought that I sleep like a Khumakaran so I don’t know anything but I enjoyed each and every bit. I was really afraid too as below both my parents were sleeping along with my one year brother. In fact after that incident after For almost 6 months uncle did come but he didn’t stayed as he had left to Dubai for 3 years he was not there. I still remember that night as it happened very. But we had a tiny little secret, which we never planned, ruled out, or even discussed. It just happened that way: as much as I enjoyed myself, I never came during those sessions. Only you could make me come. Not because I kept myself for you, or you wanted it that way. That’s just how it happened, always.Only when we got home and we re-lived the previous few hours; you telling me on your teasing, mock condescending voice, how much you enjoyed watching your cock hungry slut... You told me,. There was no pictures of his face. But his body looked an awful lot like the man I had met and, he didn’t live far from us.I thought I’d trap him somehow. Maybe I can message him and then he will give me the chance to meet up with him somewhere. So, I do. I send him a message and invite him out for a cup of coffee or something like that. His response was that he’d love to meet up at a bar close to where he lives. And we’ll see where that takes us. So, I was extremely pissed on my short journey.