While she was resting we started to talk about how her husband was a drunkard and ran away with another girl and that’s why she had to struggle to e...arn. While all this conversation I couldn’t take my eyes off that beautiful boobs which looked like 36D. She didn’t seem to mind even when she caught me seeing it.I offered to massage her which she politely refused. But the devil inside me insisted and started to massage her ankles. She hesitantly started to enjoy my strength and started to relax. " I'm on the couch. I don't want to sit on those hard chairs. I'm sore and I need to sit on soft cushions."Her tone of voice was the first indication that the unfaithful slut didn't intend to be all that contrite. I built myself another drink and went into the living room and sat down across from her. She opened the ball, "I suppose you will be leaving me?" What did you expect? Did you think you were going to hand me a black baby and that I was going to go, Ooh, isn't she just so precious" and. Now her un clipped bra made a nominal presence on her yellow stained fore neck with her half bust below exposed. Meanwhile with her helpless resistance and his macho acts, flowers were falling on their bed scattered. Looking at it, he was further intoxicated and I became more exited. I started squeezing my throbbing cock,In English he and how beautiful you are. I should have married you missed a golden chance now the only way out for you to maintain us both, your hubby and me in Kannada he,. Far from it. In the early days of the One Strike rule I would go several days in a row being spanked two three or four times every day. I began to forget what it was like to sit down comfortably on a hard chair. I did improve after a few weeks and was then nearly always a good girl for most of the One Strike period. Some lapses still led to multiple spankings in a day, but I soon improved, and I even held out once on a three day One Strike period. Sharon was certainly proud of me and even I.