About an hour later, Kristina came downstairs. I was on the computer, and the ensuing chat led us to have a very dirty discussion about masturbation a...nd sex. Kristina offered to lend me a "hand" if I wanted it. And did I? Yes. I was horny, and I desperately wanted to get off. But going there? I wasn't sure.It didn't take long for her to convince me, telling me that since we were friends, it wouldn't get weird, we'd just enjoy ourselves, help each other get off, and the next day go back to life.. I raised myself up without uncunting; the straw rustling and crushing under us, too excited to lay still, after I had spent. She lay in quiet enjoyment, till putting down one hand to feel round our bellies, I roused her, then she wriggled, and out slipped my cock. “I must get up, for God’s sake let me.”We got up. I don’t suppose that more than twenty minutes had passed between my first, and my second poke, still my prick remained stiff. She went quickly to the cow-shed, put down the. He took me directly to his house. I got afraid and ashamed to meet his parents and unmarried sister.I liked his father most, he was in late 40s and looking handsome, strong & sexy. I decided to have sex with him.They all made be very comfortable by nice talk and hospitality. After first round of welcome drink his mother said directly,“ Brinda beti, please marry him, marry Sumit..he is spoiling himself and spoiling girls like you. “I replied wittingly,“ aunty, it is not fault of your son Sumit,. Both my nipples throbbed at first, but when Daddy added what I’d learn was a weight to the chain, the stretching caused a mild burning sensation. Wearing these caused my next discipline session to turn rather uncomfortable to say the least!Shivering in discomfort and yet excitement, Daddy had me touch a leather paddle style strap with my hand. Then he rubbed the leather strap gently on my bottom. I braced for it but it didn’t happen. When I heard a clap I actually jumped. Daddy had clapped his.