I sat there and thought about that for a minute, finally deciding that Wendy much preferred my ultra long locks to a boring old hardtop car, any day.I... noticed that my skirt had ridden up when I got in, showing the tops of my sexy stockings and full creamy thighs to anyone who might have been walking by. I pulled my skirt down a little, not much cause the thought of someone seeing my sexy stocking tops made me tingly and warm, and looked around to see if anyone had been checking me out. I. She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for her to undress. She couldn't deny that he had warned her, that she had agreed to be punished if she were to disobey-had more than agreed, had begged to be disciplined if she should ever displease him. Secretly, though, she realized now, too late to back out of the agreement), she had thought she would always please him, that she would never give him cause to punish. Or if she did, the chastisement. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. His eyes flashed as he dropped to his knees.“What are you doing?” I gasped, as his head disappeared under my skirt. “I told you I’m prepared to beg.” I tried to push his head away, but by doing so I was inadvertently undressing myself. Uncle Kulkarni’s hands found my hips, and pulled down my panties. I jumped when his tongue first flicked across the lips of my pussy. Uncle Kulkarni laughed into me as he noticed I was already wet. “What. Why didn’t you?’ Well George, I replied, ‘I deep down believe I was going to throw it away but I called Dixie and she tried to talk me out of it. She suggested I call Paul and talk to him. If I would have been home and had that lunch with you, I believe I might have stopped. But as fate would have it I called Paul, I wasn’t here when you came home for lunch. George asked, ‘ What about your good friends Dixie and Joe? Have you told them your latest plans?’ ‘No George, I haven’t talked to them.