"Michael looked over at Arnele. She appeared focused on something out the window, far beyond the television. He remained quiet, honoring her privacy.T...hey pedaled in silence as the TV droned on, its volume reduced by Arnele after she returned from wherever it was she had gone. She allowed her exercise bike to spin itself to a stop. Swinging a leg over, she unmounted and reached over to feel Michael's now-glistening neck. "Yeah, that'll do. Come on. Just a quick rinse. I'll try to be good." She. I never envisaged me standing half-naked before my own junior staff member, now my superior, waiting for him to give me the slipper! I had never been slippered before, spanked at home and even caned once at school but never the slipper. The boys got the slipper at my school, touching their toes at the front of the class. Girls were sent to the headmistress who usually spanked us over her knee or, in serious cases, gave four strokes of the cane across the seat of your knickers. I was about to. She drew the lines of a half kabaddi court in the sand with her leg. She told us the rules of the game. Its same as the real game and the points system has to be calculated to find the winner. Two persons had to defend when other is raiding.Sanjana was very confident and said, “I will beat you two guys by a big margin. I was a player and you two were not.” Our plan was very simple, it is to get more physical on her during the game. We mocked and made fun of her which made her more furious.Fist. You’re fucking getting off on this!” Thomas exclaimed. I was pushing my ass back in time with his thrusts. The cool window had my nipples hard and I could feel my pussy juices leaking down my inner thighs. “Don’t cum. Not yet. Not until I tell you to.” he warned me again. But I could feel the heat building. The thrill of having anyone see or watch me having sex tickled my exhibitionist side; not that I knew I had an exhibitionist side. He was doing things to me I would never do on my own. And I.