””wah jee wah patni ho to aisi.Waisey bhi hidustani patni duyia ki behtreen patani hoti hey jo pati key aram ki khater apna sub kuch de deti hien�...�� Subash ab hidustani aourtoon ki tareef ker raha tha”Laiken bataya nahien key tum ney yeh sub ker kaisey kiya?”Ai jee kerna kiya tha? gher mien akeli thi apna shrer dekhney ko ji chaha kapdrey uarey aour apney badan ko dekh rahi thi key apki bat yad a gaye gand marney wakl”Acha Phir” Subash hiran ho raha tha Phir kiya, yehi sawal tha key bat to thek. I just looked at the box, not daring to look at her. I wasn't even really looking at the box, as a matter of fact, just her finger. She reached her finger in to the box, and lifted up the white satin panties. There was nothing underneath them.She said, "One for me and one for you, right?"I sat in shock. She added, "I liked the red ones better, and I think the white ones would look fetching on you."I looked up at her for the first time, and our eyes met. We held that gaze for far too long, much,. I planned to be at DePaul to watch the matches tomorrow. If Mrs. Ingles calls, I’ll call you.”“Thank you, Sensei.”“See you tomorrow.”We hung up and I went to be with my wives in the ‘Indian’ room.“What’s going on?” Jessica asked.“Sorry for simply kissing you when I arrived home and going straight to my study. I needed to talk to Sensei Jim about Marcia’s mom. We’re afraid she’s going to pull Marcia from the dojo.”“What?! Why?”“Mrs. Ingles thought Kara and I were divorced and on good terms. She. “What happens to little girls when they are bad Monica?” “They get punished” she said sorrowfully. As she answered, I raised my right hand in the air and forcefully struck her ass cheeks. A loud “smack” reverberated throughout our room. Monica winced as the hot pain shot through her. Once again, I smacked her ass sharply, immediately seeing red marks in the outline of my hand appear. Monica sobbed softly, torn between pain and pleasure. As she did, her hips began to grind against my leg. .