She did however have a close friend of her own. It was a guy she'd known for many years. He was her main climbing buddy, every bit the outdoorsy typ...e that she was, but they hadn't done much non-PG together. He'd seen her her underwear plenty of times as she changed clothes and seemed to really appreciate her body, but they had never pursued that interest. She worried that he might think it was weird getting involved in that way, but I assured her that any guy would love to do more with her,. She was wheezing, “Fuck that was fucking hot,” she said.I grabbed Natalie’s throat and slapped her cheek.“Tell me you’re my whore.”“I’m your whore.”“Tell me you’re here just for my pleasure.”“I’m you’re little whore here for your pleasure.”“Stand up.”Natalie stood up, I grabbed her hips and turned her face to the wall, then slapped her leather clad ass as hard as I could.“Oh fuck,” she gasped.“Say thank you, Sir.”“Thank you, Sir.”I spanked her again.“What do you say?”“Fuck, thank you, Sir.”My. The temperature was balmy, and Dipty sank down on a wooden bench, smoothing my dress over my knees and removing my modest heels. Kartik sat in the grass near the sidewalk about twenty feet away, Singing songs. There didn’t appear to be a song you didn’t know. A prodigy, Dipty thought, and envied your skill, along with your lighthearted manner. Kartik happiness was almost infectious. Surely Kartik didn’t confine himself to an office desk every day. Kartik might have lived hand-to-mouth, but you. When dinner time came it just happened I was counting out some money to give her so I asked if we could sit together if she had no other plans. She replied that would be fine because she didn’t know anyone here either, had been recruited by her boss. We chatted and I told her a little about me, that I had lost my wife to cancer two years ago and had sort of withdrew from life ever since. I still worked but had no outside contact with anyone. She got very quiet as she told me about leaving her.