My cock was straining against the table.Aunty stepped to one side to deliver the tawse punishment and I surreptitiously checked that the camera was ge...tting all this. Thwack, thwack, thwack, the leather tawse sent shivers across those beautiful firm cheeks and created the most wonderful sound of leather on skin. Thwack, thwack, thwack, leaving wide stripes across her bum. “It’s not over yet,” said Aunty, “take off your nightie for the cane and face us to explain why you are being punished.”Kate. I must say, my half-hubby is damn handsome. I was enjoying the conversation behind the walls. This surprised me too, referring me as her half hubby.S: Half Hubby? What is that? Are you reading too much of Chetan Bhagat’s novel?Both laughed out hard.P: No Di. See, if I become his saali after you marry him, I would be called as Aadhi Gharwali. So it means he is my half husband.Both laughed out hard again. Meanwhile, I knew, I can get this young saali in my bed before I marry Shruti. The bell rang. All of us in Delta Force got sniper training, but that was his specialty and that’s what he did on most missions. Eric, or “Gator” as he was called, was an instructor at the sniper school, now.I couldn’t just go on post and say, “Hi, Gator! What’s shakin’?” First of all, since 9-11 every installation required a military ID or civilian personnel ID or contractor pass to get on post. Casual visitors were no longer allowed. Second, I didn’t want to meet him publicly, because I was going to have to. After we had enough of the lip kissing, he started licking my face- eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, ears and earlobes (my weak points)- he left nothing.He then switched towards my neck and shoulders and armpits. All this while, he was continuously pressing my boobs. I was feeling in heaven and my pussy was flowing its love juices. He then licked and kissed and sucked my boobs to his complete satisfaction. Even biting my nipples hard in between.I couldn’t resist all the joy I was getting in that.